You're my mister and you make me smile
You're the kind of guy that goes the extra mile
You don't have a yacht or a motorbike
But you're the sort of man I like

I love you from your head to your toes
You're my honey, everybody knows
I'll meet you downtown at a quarter to nine
Cause you're the sort of girl I like

I ain't got eyes for anyone but you
Aww
I really, really hope you feel the same way too
I-I think I do
We better be together until we die
Uh...
Cause you're the sort of man I like

Um. Wh-why would you say that, it's kinda strange?
But I still love you so that's okay
If you want every part of me, I don't mind
Hey! You're the sort of girl I like

When you talk to other girls, oh it rips me right apart
Don't you dare go out without me, it breaks my little heart
I tore off your fingers and I plucked your eyes
I cut your legs, then I snipped your spine
Now you're here and you're all mine
Cause you're the sort of man I like
You're the sort of man I like
You're the sort of man I like

You're the sort of girl I... like?
I like you too!