I'm not the kind of girl you bring to mother
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I'm not the kind of girl you kiss in public
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My manners leave a lot to be desired
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At least i'm not a liar
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And I'm not about the subtle innuendo,
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More likely to throw rocks up at your window
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Won't walk on eggshells so you don't hear
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the crazy things I'm saying when you get near me
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I'd rather disappear than be faking it, anyway
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CHORUS
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You like me, yeah, I know it
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You're so transparent
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How you stumble 'round those words so well
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You like me, there I said it
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Don't need a dictionary helping me
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Cause I can spell
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My foot was in my mouth the day I met you,
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All my friends they said I'd never get you
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But they don't know it when they see it
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They need glasses to believe it
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They dont understand, so be it
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What can I say, anyway?
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CHORUS
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You like me, yeah, I know it
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You're so transparent
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How you stumble 'round those words, so well
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You like me, there I said it
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Don't need a dictionary
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Helping me, cause I can tell
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By the way you turn me on to your favorite band,
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By the way you pour me coffee when I'm too tired to stand,
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The way you lift me up when I'm fading,
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Breathe me in when I'm suffocating
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Don't even say that it's just because you can
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Don't be stupid, thinking I've misjudged you
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I know enough to know when someone trusts you
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Why fight it now,
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It isn't gonna hurt you, anyway
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CHORUS
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You like me and I know it
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You're so transparent
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How you stumble 'round those words, so well
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You like me, there I said it
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Don't need a dictionary helping me
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Cause I can spell
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You like me, yeah, I know it
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You're so transparent
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How you stumble round those words
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How you stumble
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Stumble
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| Natasha Bedingfield |
