You're the type of guy
Who has a Virgin Mary leanin' on his bed
And you're the type of guy
Who has a hundred double-meanings in his head

Affectations put you in your place
The painting leaves you empty-eyed
And I'm that same type of guy

You're the type of guy
Who hangs on every word he stumbles for
And you're the type of guy
Who doesn't wanna talk about it anymore

Chain smoking on the fire escape
What can make you laugh can make you cry
And I'm that same type of guy

All I do is listеn
And forget what you were just about to say
And thеn, just about the time I get the point
It's finally time to hit the hay
Come on, father figure

Don't leave me overshared or sleep-deprived
They shaved my head and made me
Stand with both my arms stretched open wide
You're child-like and ignorant
Or negligent, or both, I can't decide

And I'm that same type of guy
I'm that same type of guy
I'm that same type of guy
Mmm, mm