Not My Type
Hyrum Wendel


INTRO:

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F#5   E5   B5  C#5

x2


VERSE 1

F#5                                              E5

My first flame was a choir girl, she’s shy but she’s a fire drill,

A5 C#5

She always made my heart stop, drop, and roll

F#5     E5

A sweet and sour damsel in this dress of gold and hopes that I’ll im-

D5       B5

press her friends and then she’ll see my soul


C G

But after golden hours and sunsets on the novelty

D   A B

She realized that she could do better than me

She’s not my


PRE CHORUS

F#5     A5   B5

Type your name on the long list of girls who aren’t my

F#5     A5     B5

Type of person I want to spend my time with

F#5   E5   A5   B5

F#5   E5   B5  C#5


VERSE 2

The skater chick, a hot mistake, I felt my breath, a sharp intake

With her metal studded tongue and mine touching

A pessimist, but made me laugh, liked horror films but seemed that af-

ter ten minuets we weren’t even watching


But late nights turned to mornings that felt tired and empty

I guess she felt it too because before long she left me

She’s not my


PRE CHORUS

Type your name on the long list of girls who aren’t my

Type of person I want to spend my time with


CHORUS

D       A

You’re not my Jane, I’m not your Tarzan

G A

You’re no Gwen Stacy to my Spiderman

D

It’s not that you’re crude

A

Not that you’re rude

C

That you act like a prude,

G

That you don’t eat real food

A

No…

Bm C#m

You just don’t fit my mood

You’re not my type


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F#5   E5   B5  C#5


VERSE 3

My latest crush connected though it wasn’t my first rodeo,

My stomach still got kicked off the saddle

She always knew just what to say, our conversations felt like play,

For the first time felt she’s someone to battle (for)


But for all our jokes and heavy talks seemed something was missing

And days were filled with angry shouts instead of the kissing.

She’s not my


F#5   E5   A5   B5

Type           Type your

F#5   E5   B5  C#5

Name You’re not my

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Type           No

F#5   E5   B5  C#5

She’s not my

BRIDGE

F#5 E5 F#5 E5

Type 2 fun, except only pain and never thrills,

F#5     E5         F#5         E5

She’s Type A diabetes, the sugar mess of syrup spills

F#5         E5               F#5           E5

She’ll wink her pink eye, sync your hearts. And pass her crass and glassy
arts.

    A5             E5         A5           E5

Make you think red ink can link your mind, Alas her ass will fast rewind

B5       C#5

She’s never gonna be my, never gonna be my-



PRE CHORUS

Type your name on the long list of girls who aren’t my

Type of person I want to spend my time with


CHORUS

You’re not my Jane, I’m not your Tarzan

You’re no Gwen Stacy to my Spiderman

It’s not that you’re crude

Not that you’re rude

That you act like a prude,

That you don’t eat real food

No…

You just don’t fit my mood

You’re not my

F#5   E5   A5   B5

Type           She’s not my

F#5   E5   B5  C#5

Type Type you’re

F#5   E5   A5   B5

Name           No

F#5   E5   B5  C#5

She’s not my type