Lyrics Not the Sort of Girl You Take to Bed - John's Children

Not the Sort of Girl You Take to Bed

Girl, I’ve got to say to you
It’s true, that you’re not the kind
That you seem to think you are
You’re right that I don’t love you
And I never think of kissing you
And your heart is cold
You’re sick, sick
Not the sort of girl I like to take to bed
I know how you would like me to
So you could say I wanted to
Your friends would be very proud of you
If they’d known you’d had me too
And your heart is cold
You’re sick, sick
Not the sort of girl I like to take to bed
Girl, I’ve got to say to you
I could say what I think of you
I’m sure you don’t want me to
So please go away from me
Sit down and try to see
And your heart is cold
You’re sick, sick
Not the sort of girl I like to take to bed
I know that you would really like
To spend the day and all the night
Next to me 'til you’re satisfied
My face isn’t what you really like
And your heart is cold
You’re sick, sick
Not the sort of girl I like to take to bed