Never Shout Never (live from the purevolume house) - She's got style | Текст песни

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• Never Shout Never (live from the purevolume house)
• She's got style

If it's not those cowboy boots in the summer,
Oh my God, I pray for another,
Chance to drive down back highways,
Til I stumble upon your beautiful face,
Your presence isn't what kills me,
It's that artistic gleam,
That's taking over my scenery,
Dream by dream.

You might think I'm incapable,
Of loving a soul like yours,
You might think I'm a fool,
For you.

Girl you got style,
That what I love about you,
The way that you still back and watch this grow,
You got dreams,
And therefore I believe in you,
All the small town people with their big remarks,
They ain't got jack to say about my movie star,
She's got style.

If it's not the fact that I'm a wee bit younger,
Or the truth that I'm so naive,
My heart keeps leaping back to you,
Like a dog tied to a tree,
I know it sounds crazy,
It's ridiculous to me,
But without by my side girl.

You might think I'm incapable,
Of loving a soul like yours,
You might think I'm a fool,
For you.

Girl you got style,
That what I love about you,
The way that you still back and watch this grow,
You got dreams,
And therefore I believe in you,
All the small town people with their big remarks,
They ain't got jack to say about my movie star.

What are the odds of finding someone just like you,
Tell me why I never wanted to go back home,
I'm still falling for you today.