“Just My Type”
[Intro — Slate] One! (ONE!) Two! (TWO!) Three! (THREE!) Four! (LET’S GO!) [Chorus] I like my girls like I like my candy Sweet as heck, but a little uncanny I like my girls like I like my whiskey Bad decisions get a little too risky I like my girls like I like my friends Say they’ll stay, then disappear again I like my girls like I like my sleep Hard to find, but harder to leave [Verse 1] Lately I’m finding it harder to breathe Looking for somebody harder to leave The kinda girl that’s one in a— (Ugh.) Never mind, that rhyme is cheap I’m just a boy (A man!) With many words (Too many words!) I like my girls In those pretty skirts I like my girls In those pretty dresses [Spoken — Slate] But if she steals my shirt— [Punchline] (YOU LIKE HER BESTEST!) [Slate] ...I hate this band. [Pre-Chorus] And you say that I’m not your type (Not your type!) Yeah, I heard you the first five times But every red flag looks green at night And unfortunately— You’re just what I like [Chorus] I like my girls like I like my candy Sweet as heck, but a little uncanny I like my girls like I like my gin Know how it ends, still diving in I like my girls like I like my friends Close at first, then gone by ten I like my girls like I like my sleep When I get ’em, I don’t wanna leave [Verse 2] Sick of watching you walk away Had the right words Just a week too late The kinda girl (You don’t wanna lose!) The kinda girl (YOU ALREADY LOST!) [Slate] Thanks, guys. [Punchline] (WE GOT YOU!) Yeah, the problem is me (We know!) Didn’t ask (Still true!) And I can’t breathe (When you’re not with me) And I can’t sleep (When you’re not with me) And I can’t dream (When you’re not with me) Can’t even eat (Okay, that’s concerning) Can’t write a line Without writing you Can’t play it cool Never learned how to Can’t sing this song Without thinking maybe— [Cipher, spoken] You should probably call her. [Slate] Absolutely not. [Pre-Chorus] And you say that I’m not your type But somehow you’re exactly mine And you say that I’m not your type Yeah, yeah, yeah— I got it. ...mostly. And you say that I’m not your type But you’re just the way— [Chorus — Full Band] I LIKE MY GIRLS LIKE I LIKE MY CANDY Sweet as heck, but a little uncanny I like my girls like I like my whiskey Too much fun and a little too risky I like my girls like I like my friends Close at first, then gone in the end I like my girls like I like my sleep When I get ’em, I don’t wanna leave I like my girls like I like my candy Sugar rush and bad-plan energy I like my girls like I like my gin Know better now— Still diving in! I like my girls like I like my friends Maybe this time it won’t have to end I like my girls like I like my sleep Hard to find— [Punchline] (AND HARDER TO KEEP!) [Bridge — stripped beat] Maybe I talk too much Maybe you don’t talk enough Maybe I turn everything into a joke Right when things get tough Maybe “not your type” means exactly what you said Maybe I should get that through my head ... [Slate] But that makes a terrible chorus. [Beat kicks back in] [Final Chorus] I like my girls like I like my candy Sweet as heck, but a little uncanny I like my girls like I like my whiskey Bad for the heart but the memories hit me I like my girls like I like my friends If you come back, I won’t ask where you’ve been I like my girls like I like my sleep When I get ’em— I don’t wanna leave [Outro] And you say that I’m not your type (SHE SAID NO, BRO!) [Slate] I KNOW. And you say that I’m not your type (DELETE HER NUMBER!) [Slate] I’M THINKING ABOUT IT. And you say that I’m not your type— [Vinyl] She blocked you. [Silence] [Slate] ...Oh. [Knock] There’s your ending. [Slate] Run the track.
