She's Not

She's not really good-looking.
She's really not that hot.
Sometimes she can be nasty, yeah, but most importantly, she's not.

Not the type of girl I want to marry.
Not the type of girl I want to carry through life and its rough times.
Something about her, every time I see her, I want to slap her.
Is that good or is that bad?

She's not really good-looking.
She's really not that hot.
Sometimes she can be nasty, yeah, but most importantly, she's not.

Not the type that would catch my attention.
She's not the type of girl I want to mention to all my friends and brag about her, talk about her, go on about her.
I'm sorry, but it's not going to happen with this particular girl.

She's not really good-looking.
She's really not that hot.
Sometimes she can be nasty, yeah, but most importantly, she's not.

Not someone that I would want to go back home to every single day.
Not someone that I would want to hold in my arms and tell her it's okay.
Don't want to hang around her. Just want to live my life without her.
Everything is fine the way it's been.

She's not really good-looking.
She's really not that hot.
Sometimes she can be nasty, yeah, but most importantly, she's not.

She's not really good-looking.
She's really not so hot.
But sometimes she can be so sweet, yeah, but most importantly she's not the one.
She's not the one for me. She's not.