She Moves In Her Own Way
Lyrics
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-upfull lyrics...
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-upfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
basic rock song structuresa subtle use of vocal harmony
extensive vamping
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
major key tonality
melodic songwriting
acoustic rhythm guitars
prominent percussion
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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We kept them up instead of But uh oh, I love her because And these tiresome paper dreams She moves in her own way Yes, our wish's that we never make it Tempered furs and spangled boots We kept them up instead of Tell me you're a keeper Not about to lie down for your cause She was in her mindset Not about to lie down for your cause Songwriters: Paul James Garred, Hugh Harris, Luke Pritchard, Max Clarke Rafferty But you don't pull my strings Just to hear about my day Looks are deceiving , making me believe it Kicking us back down to the suburbs Moving on to better things She moves in her own way It's not about your make-up Just to hear about my day Through all the summers Paper dreams, honey, yeah She moves in her own way Publisher: SONY/ATV HARMONY 'Cause I'm a better man Or how you try to shape up But uh oh, she came to my show Yes, our wish's that we never make it So now you pour your heart out Through all the summers I was hoping someday But uh oh, she came to my show But uh oh, she came to my show Paper dreams, honey But uh oh, I love her because Moving on to better things You'd be on your way to better things Kicking us back down to the suburbs But you don't pull my strings because Just to hear about my day But uh oh, I love her because So won't you go far She moves in her own way But uh oh, I love her because To these tiresome paper dreams Just to hear about my day But uh oh, oh, she came to my show 'Cause I'm a better man You're telling me you're far out So at my show on Monday And at the show on Tuesday



