She Moves In Her Own Way

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
'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 mind-set
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
Not about to lie down for your cause
And 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

Guess that we, the stones, will never make it through all the summers
Keeping us steady, kicking us back down through the suburbs
Guess that we, the stones, will never make it through all the summers
Keeping us steady, kicking us back down through the suburbs

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