Faye Webster - Kind Of

Who loved you first?
Who loved you last?
Why do I often 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 in 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 made me feel
And I feel this kind of type of way
And it's not like how you made me feel
And I feel this kind of type of way

And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I 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 won't ever leave
'Cause there's nowhere else I wanna go

And it's not like how you made me feel
And I feel this kind of type of way
And it's not like how you made me feel
And I feel this kind of type of way

And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way
And I feel this kind of type of way

Written by:
Faye Connell Webster

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