Jacob Whitesides - Not My Type At All Lyrics

<!-- Page Code:SmFjb2igV2hpdGVzaWRlcyAtiE5vdCBNeSBUeXBliEF0iEFsbCBMeXJpY3M= --> She's got tangled and cigarettesCursing like a sailor on the ocean in her eyesBut she's not my type at allFive estar dinner with at-shirt onLaughing too loud and a bit too longAnd IThink she's not my type at allShe's got pieces of me wrapped around her fingertipsStarted slow but moving quickly to her heavenNo she's
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