Maybe I Ain’t Your Type

If you know your mirror more than me,
And still don’t like the girl you see,
Maybe ten doorsteps far from mature,
Selling your soul for haute couture,
More wants and needs than Red Cross,
Always wanting to be the boss,
Still learning to wash your draws,
Still burning men just because,
Maybe I ain’t your type,

If you think a Glock tells the time,
Then you’re the reason for the rhyme,
An escalator is a car to drive?
Dumber than any dumb blonde alive,
Eat out every night, still can’t cook,
But know the name of every cookbook,
Smoke this and put it in your pipe,
Maybe I ain’t your type,

If you can’t converse for a line or more,
Pretty in the face, but a social bore,
Only glamour pics to catch my eyes,
A wolf wearing wolf suit in disguise,
Don’t love music or like to dance,
Take all the money without romance,
Don’t be upset if I grumble or gripe,
Maybe I ain’t your type,

If you think body and brains is all,
The ride you take is sure to fall,
If you wear this hat I’m sorry it fit,
Maybe life’s an exam you should resit,
It’s not about you, so let me just say,
Like how you are? Stay that way,
With your con, conceit and hype,
Baby, maybe I ain’t your type.