You want to give me your everything
Not a day goes by for you without me
You feel the passion that burns inside
But listen, baby, you’re not my type
When you see me smiling you want to fly
When you see me leaving you want to cry
When you don’t see me, you want to die
I told you, boy, you are not my type.
I turn around when you ask to stay
I close my ears not to hear you pray
When I tell the truth you ask me not to lie
Is it too hard for you? You’re not my type!
I prefer men, who are strong and proud,
Who don’t whisper my name, but shout it loud,
Who don’t need me, with whom I become too shy.
While you’re not like them, you’re still not my type.
16.08.05