Type

by Eduardo Lazalde   May 30, 2012


You say I'm not your type?
Please enlighten me, what is your type?
Because in the end your going to get mad or gripe.
Inscribe me your definition of your type.
Allow my words to show you into the light.
Open your eyes so blind.
Let my words strike truth to your mind.

What kind of guy is it you look?
The best looking one? or the one that can read a book?
The one with swag or the one that's gone to class.
A player that will play with your heart?
Or one that will treat you smart.

As in smart I mean by not breaking your selfish heart.
The one that's going to be there when things start falling apart
One that's welling to embark into an adventure and do his part.

Not the one that's going to lead you to his bed, wonder when you going to get up and leave because he got better things to do then to be with you.
You see how easy it is for the wrong type of guy to get into your pants?
But your right type of guy is gone, because he didn't have enough swag or because simply in your blind eyes he was whack.

What kind of guy is it you look?
The best looking one? or the one that can read a book?
The one with swag or the one that's gone to class.
A player that will play with your heart?
Or one that will treat you smart.

You say I'm not your type?
Please enlighten me, what is your type?
Because in the end your going to get mad or gripe.
Inscribe me your definition of your type.
Allow my words to show you into the light.
Open your eyes so blind.
Let my words strike truth to your mind.

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