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, honeySo now you pour your heart out
You're telling me you're far out
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 thingsWell 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 dayAnd at the show on Tuesday
She was in her mindset
Tempered furs and spangled boots
Looks are deceiving
Making me believe it
And these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams, honeySo won't you go far
Tell me you're a keeper
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 thingsBut 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 dayYes, I wish that we never made it
Through all the summers
They're keeping us instead of
Kicking us back down to the suburbs
Yes, I wish that we never made it
Through all the summers
They're keeping us instead of
Kicking us back down to the suburbsBut 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 dayBut 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
Composição: Hugh Harris / Luke Pritchard / Max Rafferty / Paul Garred.
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