Ideal

You said to me
I'm not the one
I can't even get to your ideal type

I may really be a cliche
A vulgar vaudeville
I may have no talent
To be brilliant
I may be filthy and immoral
Like a bar fly
But don't deny that I know the shortcuts
To set you on fire

You say I say I smoke
Say I drink too much
That I look like an indecent guy
Promising to love you
You may be right
I might really be a danger
But don't deny that I know the shortcuts
To set you on fire