She struts up to me
She whispers my name as if I know her
But I never knew her (I never knew her)
She asks me the time
A Quarter to one, we go for a drive
I just don't know her
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will Sleep alone
Cause it's better than you,
Yeah, it's better than you.
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more, than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool, anymore
We go to her house
Flip on the tele, and lie on the couch
But I don't feel her, anymore
She asks me to bed
This is the end of my disenchantment
Now that I'm walking out the door
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
'Cause it's better than you
Yeah, it's better than you
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You nothing more than a typical whore
And I won't be you fool, anymore
Maybe someday you'll get it
Perhaps you'll regret it
Or maybe you'll find someone else to accept it
I won't be the one.
You can play me like that
It's a matter of fact
[4x]
One the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
'Cause it's better than you
Yeah, it's better than you
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool, anymore
Maybe someday you'll get it
Perhaps you'll regret it
Or maybe you'll find someone else to accept it
I won't be the one
Typical Video (MV)
Performed By: Tickle Me Pink
Written by: JOHN HOUSTON SCHOU, LEE MILES BUCHANAN, SEAN KENNEDY, STEFAN RUNSTROM
Tickle Me Pink - Typical Lyrics
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She struts up to me
She whispers my name as if I know her
But I never knew her (I never knew her)
She asks me the time
A Quarter to one, we go for a drive
I just don't know her
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will Sleep alone
Cause it's better than you,
Yeah, it's better than you.
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more, than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool, anymore
We go to her house
Flip on the tele, and lie on the couch
But I don't feel her, anymore
She asks me to bed
This is the end of my disenchantment
Now that I'm walking out the door
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
'Cause it's better than you
Yeah, it's better than you
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You nothing more than a typical whore
And I won't be you fool, anymore
Maybe someday you'll get it
Perhaps you'll regret it
Or maybe you'll find someone else to accept it
I won't be the one.
You can play me like that
It's a matter of fact
[4x]
One the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
'Cause it's better than you
Yeah, it's better than you
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool, anymore
Maybe someday you'll get it
Perhaps you'll regret it
Or maybe you'll find someone else to accept it
I won't be the one
She whispers my name as if I know her
But I never knew her (I never knew her)
She asks me the time
A Quarter to one, we go for a drive
I just don't know her
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will Sleep alone
Cause it's better than you,
Yeah, it's better than you.
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more, than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool, anymore
We go to her house
Flip on the tele, and lie on the couch
But I don't feel her, anymore
She asks me to bed
This is the end of my disenchantment
Now that I'm walking out the door
On the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
'Cause it's better than you
Yeah, it's better than you
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You nothing more than a typical whore
And I won't be you fool, anymore
Maybe someday you'll get it
Perhaps you'll regret it
Or maybe you'll find someone else to accept it
I won't be the one.
You can play me like that
It's a matter of fact
[4x]
One the coldest night
In the darkest room
I will sleep alone
'Cause it's better than you
Yeah, it's better than you
You can't play me like that
It's a matter of fact
You're nothing more than a typical whore
And I won't be your fool, anymore
Maybe someday you'll get it
Perhaps you'll regret it
Or maybe you'll find someone else to accept it
I won't be the one
Writer: JOHN HOUSTON SCHOU, LEE MILES BUCHANAN, SEAN KENNEDY, STEFAN RUNSTROM
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, WIND-UP PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, WIND-UP PUBLISHING