Matt Wixson - Gaytheist Lyrics

Look at you, you try to score by singing for me
Look at you, a closet case and you're hella horny
Well I am here to tell you that I'm flattered
But you are not the member that I'm after

No you're not my type, thanks anyway
You're not my type, thanks anyway
No you're not my type, thanks anyway
You're not my type, thanks anyway

Look at you, you try so hard to be romantic for a guy you barely know
Because you're jealous of the feelings that I have for other dudes
Maybe a bandmate but it really isn't you, your're barking up the wrong tree
But where was I when you became a gay man?
I'm sorry for you but there's much better in the ABE van

No you're not my type, thanks anyway
You're not my type, thanks anyway
No you're not my type, thanks anyway
You're not my type, thanks anyway

And you talk of some great lust for a fellow musician guy
I hate to be a downer, but it just isn't mutual
How could you ever believe you were in my eye?
Or we'd be together? You might think you are such a handsome guy whoa whoa
I will have my way with your saxaphonist

No you're not my type, thanks anyway
You're not my type, thanks anyway
No you're not my type, thanks anyway
I'd much prefer Koob any day