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 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 'Cos 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 wont you go far Tell me you're a keeper Not about to lie down for your cause And you don't pull my strings 'Cos I'm a better man Moving on to better things Well oh oh, oh I love her because she moves in her own way Well oh 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 They're keeping us instead of Kicking us back Down through the suburbs yes I wish that we never made it Through all the summers They're keeping us instead of Kicking us back Down through 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, oh I love her because she moves in her own way But uh oh, oh she came to my show just to hear about my day
@@trydigama3 English native speakers be like "lEaRn mY lAnGuAgE rIgHt", but they don't realize that this people knows his own language and the half of yours.
