I don't want to get over you
I guess I could take a sleeping pill
and sleep at will
and not have to go through
what I go through
I guess I should take Prozac, right,
and just smile all night
at somebody new
Somebody not too bright
but sweet and kind
who would try to get you off my mind
I could leave this agony behind
which is just what I'd do
if I wanted to
but I don't want to get over you
cause I don't want to get over love
I could listen to my therapist,
pretend you don't exist,
and not have to dream of
what I dream of
I could listen to all my friends
and go out again
and pretend it's enough
or I could make a career of being blue
I could dress in black and read Camus
smoke clove cigarettes and drink vermouth
like I was 17
that would be a scream
but I don't want to get over you

You’re the type of guy that can’t control your girl
You try to buy her love with diamonds and pearls
I’m the type of guy that shows up on the scene
And gets the seven digits, you know the routine
You’re the type of guy that tells her, stay inside
While you’re steady frontin in your homeboy’s ride
I’m the type of guy that comes when you leave
I’m doin your girlfriend, that’s somethin you can’t believe
Cause I’m that type of guy

You’re the type of guy that gets suspicious
I’m the type of guy that says, the puddin is delicious
You’re the type of guy that has no idea
That a sneaky, freaky brother’s sneakin in from the rear
I’m the type of guy to eat it, when he won’t
And look in the places that your boyfriend don’t
You’re the type of guy to try to call me a punk
Now knowin that your main girl’s bitin my chunk
I’m the type of guy that loves a dedicated lady
Their boyfriends are borin, and I can drive em crazy
You’re the type of guy to give her money to shop
She gave me a sweater _kiss_ thank you, sweetheart
I’m that type of guy

I’m the type of guy that picks her up from work early
Takes her to breakfast, lunch, dinner, and breakfast
You’re the type of guy eatin a tv dinner
Talkin about... goddamn it, i’ma kill her
I’m the type of guy to make her say, why you’re illin, bee?
...you’re the type of guy to say, my lower back is killin me
...catch my drift?
You’re the type of guy that likes to drink olde english
I’m the type of guy to cold put on a pamper
You’re the type of guy to say, what you talkin bout?
I’m the type of guy to leave my drawers in your hamper
I’m that type of guy

I’m that type of guy
You know what I mean?
Check it out...

T-y-p-e g-u-y
I’m that type of guy to give you a pound and wink my eye
Like a bandit, caught me redhanded, took her for granted
But when I screwed her, you couldn’t understand it
Cause you’re the type of guy that don’t know the time
Swearin up and down, that girl’s all mine
I’m the type of guy to let you keep believin it
Go ’head to work, while I defrost it, and season it
I’m that type of guy

I’m that type of guy

Know what I mean

I’m that type of guy

So ridiculous

So funny
I don’t know
Come on down
Yeah
Like real cool, you know what I mean?
I like just going to your frontdoor ringin bells
And just like, ha, leave...

Neneh Cherry-Red Paint

On a table lies the crust of what he
Had and just leaves behind
As I put bread down on the list of things
That I had to buy
By the store leans your mountain bike
You on the floor still looking hardcore
The colour is red under my shoe
And the friend is gone who put a hole
In you

Insensitivity took a hold of me
And I felt it colour me blue inside
And then I left taking a part of you
Like red red paint on the sole
Of my shoe nothing to do with
Common sense or

Chorus:
Sensitivity. I’m feeling cold
Like concrete
Your dignity’s reflecting
In the way I feel it

Open minded. the thoughts are clear
From feeling regardless. heart beats
With pain
You were oh so happy just the other day
Now heartbeats with pain took it all away

The cradle did rock for you too
Looking out from the inside
While life turns to blue
Watching all the glass faces
Leave their red red footprints
On our

Chorus

Sensitivity. I’m feeling cold
Like concrete
Your dignity’s reflecting
In the way I feel it....

By the store lays your mountain bike
You on the floor no more hardcore
The colour was red under my shoe
And the friend has gone
Who put a whole in you

Guided by the blue light that
Takes you away I’m on my way home

Guided by the blue light

That takes you away
I’m on my way home

Guided by the blue light
I’m on my way home...

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[Edited 8/25/05 2:33am]