I’m Not Your Type

I'm not your type, you're right, I'm not your type
I'm just the girl that you bring home to your mother
And all of the inference that I've read into is fiction
And on and on it goes

But now that it's done and whatever is gone
I'm not your type
And I can see you're either terribly wrong or you're right
I'm not your type

Cause I'm not the girl who will tell you what you want to hear
I'm sorry but I don't believe that that's good for you dear
And all of the things that you think you may want, they're deceiving
And on and on they grow

But now that it's said, it's gotten into my head
That I'm not your type
And I can see you're either terribly wrong or you're right
I'm not your type

And on and on it goes
So I'm not your type? Well I hope that you're right
Cause if I'm not your type that'd mean you'd strung me along
Till I believed that it's wrong to be lovely and strong
Cause that's not your type

(Now I can't stay and I'm so sorry baby, You've driven me crazy)