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 --- Kind Of - Faye Webster