She reminds me of the flowers that blossom in the winter
Thinking of your skin too much, just tell me i'm a sinner
Your looking cute with your arms hugging your own stack of books
Without the clothe and shiny eyes are more of my own kind of looks
Glasses always slipping, revealing your ocean eyes
I'll take them off and kiss you, butterflies flying high
I know i'm not your type, but I swear i'll be your type
I know i'm not your type, but I swear i'll be your type (Yea)
I know I give you nothing but, demon worship vibes
I know you want to find out what gives your heart some stripes
Pick me up in your green van
Close your eyes and hold my hand
Use your imagination seeing us flowing through the realm (Yea)
Open up your real colors, don't be surprised you're overwhelmed (Yea)
She reminds me of the flowers that blossom in the winter
Thinking of your skin too much, just tell me i'm a sinner
I know i'm not your type, but I swear i'll be your type