My Type - The Tibbs

Take a look around the room,

Love comes wearing disguises.

How to go about and choose.

Break it down by shapes and sizes.

I’m a man who’s got very specific taste.

You’re, You’re, You’re just my type.

Oh, You got a pulse and you are breathing.

You’re, You’re, You’re just my type.

Ooh, I think it’s time that we get leaving.

You’re, You’re, You’re just my type.

When there’s loving in the air,

Don’t fight it just keep breathing.

I can’t help myself but stare.

Double check for double meanings.

I’m a man who’s got very specific taste.

You’re, You’re, You’re just my type.

Oh, You got a pulse and you are breathing.

You’re, You’re, You’re just my type.

Ooh, I think it’s time that we get leaving.

You’re, You’re, You’re just my type.

You’re, You’re, You’re just my type.

Oh, You got a pulse and you are breathing.

You’re, You’re, You’re just my type.

Ooh, I think it’s time that we get leaving.

You’re, You’re, You’re just my type.