There's two types that I like,
yeah there's two
Well there's two types that I like,
and one's new
Yeah there's good,
and there's bad
Well there's happy, and one's sad
Yeah there's two types,
well they're the ones for me
Are you talking about me?
You look fine
I like your style and you know
She's my type too
Well there's up and there's down
Oh there's quiet and then there's loud
Well there's two types
You're the type for me
Yeah, you look like the kind I like
Yeah, disorganized, that's my type
Well, you look like the kind I like
Real or ganized and uptight
Yeah, you look like the kind
that rambles and roams
You look like the kind that stays at home
Well, there's two types,
yeah, you're the one for me
I'm jealous, you know,
I don't mind
And baby, that's me
I can share your love with a girl or two
Yeah, there's two types,
yeah, there's two
As soon as I saw you, baby, I knew, I knew that you were my child,
I knew it, I could tell, it's just something, a sick sense.