Type of Guy

You're the type of guy Who has a Virgin Mary leanin' on his bed And you're the type of guy Who has a hundred double meanings in his head Affectations put you in your place The painting leaves you empty-eyed And I'm that same type of guy You're the type of guy Who hangs on every word he stumbles for And you're the type of guy Who doesn't wanna talk about it anymore Chain-smoking on the fire escape What can make you laugh can make you cry And I'm that same type of guy All I do is listen And forget what you were just about to say And then, just about the time I get the point It's finally time to hit the hay Come on, father figure Don't leave me overshared or sleep-deprived They shaved my head and made me Stand with both my arms stretched open wide Your child-like and ignorant Or negligent, or both, I can't decide And I'm that same type of guy I'm that same type of guy I'm that same type of guy Hmm-mm