Everybody has a "type" Mine was always Dark hair and blue eyes But then you came along With your red hair And your beautiful brown eyes At first I was stunned I didn't know That such a deep, rich color existed And when those brown eyes looked at me I thought I could see my future I was wrong. Those amazing, gorgeous eyes Will never look at me The way my hazel Look at you I thought I knew my "type" But I didn't realize That my only type was YOU.