Na-na-na, na-na-naMm-hm-hmm, hm-hm-hmmYeah

I'm not the type to be noticed'Cause I'm barely 5'7I'm okay, good-lookingBut lacking on fashionI'm 20 and clueless'Bout most things romanticFacing the pressures of dying aloneI hate being single for this long

I'm not the type, I'm not the type to steal yo girlI'm not the one, I'm not the one to speak up firstI find it hard to put someone before my workAnd I'm too shy, so I'm struggling to flirt

Guess I'm just not boyfriend materialI think I need some loving tutorialsCan't seem to say I love you, three syllables'Cause I don鈥檛 mean it when I say itGuess I'm just not boyfriend materialI'm dying for some boyfriend tutorialsDon't fit into that modern criteriaSo I'm not what these girls want

I think I'm better off being myself, I know, yeahIt's coloured crew necks for the moment till I don't, yeahI keep on running out of swipes, so Tinder gold, yeah'Cause sticking to real life is too damn slow

I've been looking inside out but still no luck, luck (no luck)These small talk conversations got me giving up (give up)Sorry, I don't really give a single fuckJust need a girl that sees the world different and that's enough

Guess I'm just not boyfriend materialI think I need some loving tutorialsCan't seem to say I love you, three syllables'Cause I don't mean it when I say itGuess I'm just not boyfriend materialI'm dying for some boyfriend tutorialsDon't fit into that modern criteriaSo I'm not what these girls want

Guess I'm just not boyfriend materialI think I need some loving tutorialsCan't seem to say I love you, three syllables'Cause I wanna to mean it when I say itYeah, yeah