Jacob Whitesides - Not My Type At All [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

She's got tangled hair and cigarettes
Cursing like a sailor
On the ocean in her eyes
But she's not my type at all
Five star dinner with a t-shirt on
Laughing too loud
And a bit too long and I
Think she's not my type at all

She's got pieces of me
Wrapped around her fingertips
Started slow but moving quickly to her
Heaven
No, she's not my type at all
No, she's not my type at all

She's got a plastic ring on her left hand
From her boyfriend
And a chip on her shoulder from her mom
And she's not my type at all
It's all so right
But it's also wrong
Probably be gone by the end of this song
And she's not my type at all

She's got pieces of me
Wrapped around her fingertips
Started slow but moving quickly to her
Heaven
But she's not my type at all
No, she's not my type at all
No she's not
No she's not
No she's not
No, she's not my type at all

I am something else
When she says my name
Heaven bound I lose myself
But she's not my type at all
No, she's not my type at all

She's got pieces of me
Wrapped around her fingers
She's got pieces
Wrapped around her fingertips
Started slow but moving quickly to her
Heaven
Heaven
No, she's not my type at all
No, she's not my type at all
No, she's not my type at all