words & music by Tim Ponzek
©2009 Opus Fromus Publishing (BMI)
She’s Everybody’s Type - The type that everybody likes
Familiar as the girl next door - Got everything you’re looking for
She’s Everybody’s Type
Decked out in the latest fashion, dancing with a gypsy passion
Spandex and disco sassy, blue-jean and roadhouse trashy
Dressed up in her uniform, natural as the day she’s born
She’s Everybody’s Type
A San Francisco love-in summer, folk-singing, guitar-strummer
Mysterious high-plains drifter, friend of a friend’s little sister
Walking on a high-wire, campy TV vampire
She’s Everybody’s Type - The type that everybody likes
Angel in a honkytonk - What you see is what you want
She’s Everybody’s Type
Cowgirl with a six-shooter, Euro on a motor scooter
French beret and looking arty, cruising on a brand new Harley
Prom queen or June bride, partner in your double-wide
She’s Everybody’s Type
In deerskin like Pocahontas, in jewels like an Egyptian goddess
The princess of the mighty Zulu, a ballerina in her tutu
Japanese geisha, Princess Anastasia
She’s Everybody’s Type - The type that everybody likes
Hula- belly- line dancer - Mother’s son’s prayers answered
She’s Everybody’s Type
Lord I hope I stand a chance; but it’s like winning a trip to France
Fills you with fear and anguish; knowing you don’t speak the language
On the beach in Malibu, a mountain top with her guru
Studious in horn-rimmed glasses, on the moor with bonny lasses
Sunshine and hiking trails; writing books, saving whales
She’s Everybody’s Type
Wearing lace and mixing potions; flying planes and sailing oceans
Giving gifts like Santa Clauses, cheering on the lost causes
Hell-bent or heaven-sent, Thank you, Madame President
She’s Everybody’s Type - The type that everybody likes
Familiar as the girl next door - Can’t explain it anymore
She’s Everybody’s Type