Luyện nghe bài hát Not My Type At All

She's got hair and cigarettes
Cursing like a sailor on the ocean in her
But she's not my at all
Five dinner with a t-shirt on
Laughing too loud and a bit too
And I think not my type at all
She's got of me, wrapped around her fingertips
Started but moving quickly to her heaven

No not my type at all
No not my type at all

She's got a plastic on her left hand from her boyfriend
And a on her shoulder from her mom
And she's not my at all
It's all so
all so wrong
Probably be by the end of this song
And not my type at all
She's got pieces of me, wrapped her fingertips
Started but moving quickly to her heaven

No she's not my at all
No not my type at all
No she's not, no she's not, no not
No she's not my at all

I am something
she says my name
Heaven bound, I myself
But not my type at all
No not my type at all
She's got pieces of me, wrapped her fingers
got pieces, wrapped around her fingertips
Started slow but moving quickly to her heaven,

No not my type at all
No she's not my at all
No not my type at all