Natasha Bedingfield Follow

I'm not the kind of girl you bring to mother

I'm not the kind of girl you kiss in public

My manners leave a lot to be desired

At least im not a liar

And I'm not about the subtle innuendo,

More likely to throw rocks up at your window

Or walk on eggshells so you dont hear

the crazy things I'm saying when you get near me

I'd rather dissapear than be faking it, anyway

CHORUS

You like me, yeah, I know it

You're so transparent

How you stumble 'round those words so well

You like me, there I said it

Don't need a dictionary helping me

Cause I can spell

My foot was in my mouth the day I met you,

All my friends they said I'd never get you

But they don't know it when they see it

They need glasses to believe it

They dont understand, so be it

What can I say anyway?

CHORUS

You like me, yeah, I know it

You're so transparent

How you stumble 'round those words, so well

You like me, there I said it

Don't need a dictionary

Helping me, cause I can tell

By the way you turn me on to your favourite band,

By the way you pour me coffee when I'm too tired to stand,

The way you lift me up when I'm fading,

Breathe me in when I'm suffocating

Don't say that it's just because you can

Don't be stupid, thinking I've misjudged you

I know enough to know when someone trusts you

Why fight it now,

It isn't gonna hurt you anyway

CHOURS

You like me and I know it

You're so transparent

How you stumble 'round those words, so well

You like me, there I said it

Don't need a dictionary helping me

Cause I can spell

You like me, yeah, I know it

You're so transparent

How you stumble round those words

How you stumble