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..
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