Tekster:
Anastacia Not That Kind

last hand Black roses and a bottle of wine Those were the only things that I left behind Keep searching 'cause it's so hard to find All you got are the tears that

Your love is like a gentle breeze upon a brand-new day Your touch and what it does to me like a flower needs its rain We are like one of a kind, true

Now baby come on, don't claim that love you never let me feel I should've known, 'cause you've brought nothing real Come on be a man about it, you won

Baby I've been waiting for some time To find a way to free your mind, yeah It's the simple things you do to me That makes my heart forget to beat, yeah

? Thought that I could break the chains Tears and pain, but here I go again Over and over, on and on Keep on singing that same old song, you know Is that

me? You've been creepin', sneekin', sleepin' with another Messed up, it's time to leave, so bye, bye Used to treat me like a queen Said I was your everything Promised me that

, it's not the way we wanna swing. It's not for you, it's not for me. I said my baby, I'm not that kind. I'm not that kind. No! Not that kind of girl!

, it's not the way we wanna swing. It's not for you, it's not for me. I said my baby, I'm not that kind. I'm not that kind. No! Not that kind of girl!

, it's not the way we wanna swing. It's not for you, it's not for me. I said my baby, I'm not that kind. I'm not that kind. No! Not that kind of girl!