Lyrics

So at my show on Monday I was hoping someday You'd be on your way to better things It's not about your make-up Or how you try to shape up To these tiresome paper dreams Paper dreams honey Yeah Yeah So now you pour your heart out You're telling me you're far out You're not about to lie down for your cause But you don't pull my strings 'Cause I'm a better man Moving on to better things Well, uh-oh, oh, I love her because She moves in her own way Well, uh-oh, oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day And at the show on Tuesday She was in her mindset Tempered furs and spangled boots Looks are deceiving Make me believe it And these tiresome paper dreams Paper dreams honey, yeah So won't you go far Tell me you're a keeper You're not about to lie down for your cause But you don't pull my strings 'Cause I'm a better man Moving on to better things Well, uh-oh, oh, I love her because She moves in her own way Well, uh-oh, oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day Well, uh-oh, oh, I love her because She moves in her own way Well, uh-oh, oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day Yes, I wish that we never made it Through all the summers And kept them up instead of Kicking us back down to the suburbs Yes, I wish that we never made it Through all the summers We kept them up instead of Kicking us back down to the suburbs Hey yeah down to the suburbs But uh oh, I love her because She moves in her own way But uh oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day But uh oh, I love her because She moves in her own way But uh oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day But uh oh, I love her because She moves in her own way But uh oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day
Writer(s): Luke Pritchard, Max Clarke Rafferty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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