©1999 Trauma Records


I stutter like a broken clutch
When you touch me too much
My tongue gets twisted in your twirl
You say I’m not your kind of girl

A spider underneath my skin
I want you out, I want you in
The venom and the vaccine swirl
You say I’m not your kind of girl

What kind of girl should I be?
The kind of girl who doesn’t see how you’re looking at me

Like I’m not your girl – I’m not your kind of girl (x3)

You rip the sureness from my stare
And throw the pieces in the air
Your fingers string me like a pearl
You say I’m not your kind of girl

It’s not a secret anymore
What you keep me around for
My excuses all unfurl
I’m not that kind of, kind of girl

What kind of girl should I be?
The kind of girl who doesn’t see how you’re looking at me

Like I’m not your girl – I’m not your kind of girl (x3)

And you’re looking at me like you want to be seeing someone else
Somebody else
See somebody else (x3)
I want you to see somebody
I want you to see somebody
I want you to see somebody else