That Kind of Girl

That Kind Of Girl
(Speace/Culwell)

No one could tell - my little hell - I kept it inside
Wrestled with doubt, the next day I'd count the bottles of wine
When the phone rings, don't do a thing, don't wanna talk
Don't wanna hear who I am, don't wanna hear who I'm not

I let you get to me
It felt the end of the world
I let you level me
I didn't know I was that kind of girl

I always thought I had a heart made out of bone
But it splintered to glass when I couldn't ask
As you'd leave to go home
Why would you open a door you could never walk through
Why lay the cards on the table when I couldnt choose

I let you get to me
It felt the end of the world
I let you level me
I didn't know I was that kind of

Girl, who'd let love take her down
Girl who'd wade into a lake with stones tied to her gown

I let you get to me
It felt the end of the world
Then I let you level me
I'd never done that before
Stand there wide eyed
With my hands by my side
Till I couldn't deny
I was down on my knees
But maybe I needed to see that
I was that kind of girl