Stumble Natasha Bedingfield

[Verse 1]
I'm not the kind of girl you bring to mother
I'm not the kind of girl you kiss in public
My manners leave a lot to be desired
At least I'm not a liar
And I'm not about the subtle innuendo
More likely to throw rocks up at your window
Won't walk on eggshells so you don't hear
The crazy things I'm saying when you get near me
I'd rather disappear than be faking it
Anyway

[Chorus]
You like me
Yeah, I know it
You're so transparent
How you stumble 'round those words, so well
You like me
There, I said it
Don't need a dictionary helping me
'Cause I can spell

[Verse 2]
My foot was in my mouth the day I met you
All my friends, they said, I'd never get you
But they don't know it when they see it
They need glasses to believe it
They don't understand, so be it
What can I say?
Anyway