She looks like the type of girl who could ride a dirt bike

She looks like the type of girl who'd go wherever I like

We could talk about Freud and motorcycle leather

No matter what I say she'll laugh and think I'm clever

And all I gotta do is get the guts to walk up and see

If she's the type of girl who'd talk to me...



She looks like the type of girl who could skate a half pipe

She looks like the type of girl, who could win a cat fight

And I bet she likes dogs and would never hurt a creature

She'd snowboard so high that I almost couldn't reach her

She'd never tell a lie and she'd leave her friends to be with me

That's the way I bet it's gonna be...

What if, what if, she ignores me?

What if, what if she laughs?

What if, what if she talks, like, like, like a valley girl?

She looks like the type of girl who can play a guitar

She looks like the type of girl who could be a pop star

But she'll only sing for me in our room down in the basement

Her parents won't insult me and her friends won't push replacements

And everyone will know that we are meant to be



Her eyes will light up she'll glow when we're together

I'll never have to sulk and we'll laugh and play forever

I guess I'll never know cuz I doubt that she would be

The type of girl who'd wait for me