Kind Of – Faye Webster

Who loved you first? Who loved you last?
Why do I even think of these things?
‘Cause I’ve always been the type to see
All the bad before all the good things
Haven’t written a song in a minute
Haven’t been in love forever
But I’m looking at you and you’re looking at me
At every single possible angle

And it’s not like how you make me feel
I don’t feel this kind of type of way
And it’s not like how you make me feel
I don’t feel this kind of type of way

I don’t feel this kind of type of way
I don’t feel this kind of type of way
I don’t feel this kind of type of way
I don’t feel this kind of type of way

Ask what you want, ask what you need
I’ll tell you everything that I know
I’m hoping that you wont ever leave
‘Cause there’s nowhere else I want to go

And it’s not like how you make me feel
I don’t feel this kind of type of way
And it’s not like how you make me feel
I don’t feel this kind of type of way

I don’t feel this kind of type of way
I don’t feel this kind of type of way
I don’t feel this kind of type of way
I don’t feel this kind of type of way
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