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
But 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
* But oh-oh, ooh I love her because She moves in her own way
But oh-oh, ooh 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. 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
Yes, I wish that we never made it Through all the summers
and kept them up instead of kicking us back down to the suburbs
Yes, I wish that we never made it Through all the summers
and kept them up instead of kicking us back down to the suburbs
