She looks like the type of girl who could ride a dirt bike
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She looks like the type of girl who'd go wherever I like
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We could talk about Freud and motorcycle leather
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No matter what I say she'll laugh and think I'm clever
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And all I gotta do is get the guts to walk up and see
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If she's the type of girl who'd talk to me...
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She looks like the type of girl who could skate a half pipe
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She looks like the type of girl, who could win a cat fight
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And I bet she likes dogs and would never hurt a creature
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She'd snowboard so high that I almost couldn't reach her
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She'd never tell a lie and she'd leave her friends to be with me
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That's the way I bet it's gonna be...
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What if, what if, she ignores me?
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What if, what if she laughs?
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What if, what if she talks, like, like, like a valley girl?
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She looks like the type of girl who can play a guitar
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She looks like the type of girl who could be a pop star
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But she'll only sing for me in our room down in the basement
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Her parents won't insult me and her friends won't push replacements
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And everyone will know that we are meant to be
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Her eyes will light up she'll glow when we're together
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I'll never have to sulk and we'll laugh and play forever
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I guess I'll never know cuz I doubt that she would be
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The type of girl who'd wait for me
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She Looks Like
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| Ten Foot Pole |
