Don't Believe The Type

The truth about me, is that nothing ever written about me is true

All those press head dims with their minds so slim

How could they begin, to even begin

When they have not the scope, to be more

Than the joke that amuses us

Desperate for a new sensation, another stunning revelation

Another black and white creation, pulling into your station

I don't believe you, when you say this is the right way

I don't believe you

No, no, don't believe the type

No, no, don't believe the type

No, no, don't believe the type

No, no, don't believe the type

The dumb little jerk, with his mind up my skirt

Pen in his hand as he rolls in the dirt

That he pretends to despise

But never really understood why

Then you say I can't wear dresses like that

Clothes that I chose that don't fit your view

Of how I should be, of how you see me

I don't believe you, when you say this is the right way

I don't believe you

No, no, don't believe the type

No, no, don't believe the type

No, no, don't believe the type

No, no, don't believe the type

Honestly ain't a crime, it's just a state of mind

Ain't words or rhyme, if ain't a crime, it's just a state of mind

I don't believe you

Don't believe the type

Don't believe the type

Don't believe the type

Don't believe the type

I don't believe you