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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Hoffer
Producer
Todd Burke
Recording Engineer
Ben Mason
Assistant Recording Engineer
Keith Gary
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Will Hensley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Iain Dowling
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Brauer
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
So at my show on Monday
I was hoping that 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 all 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 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
And at the show on Tuesday
She was in her mindset
Tempered firs and spangled boots
Looks are deceiving
Making me believe it
And these tiresome paper dreams
Paper dreams honey, yeah
So won't you go far
Tell me you're a keeper
You're all about to lie down for your cause
But you don't pull my strings because
Cause I'm a better man
Moving on to better things
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
Yes our wish's that we never made it
Through all the summers
We kept them up instead of
Kicking us back down to the suburbs
Yes our wish's that we never made it
Through all the summers
We kept them up instead of
Kicking us back down to 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
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
Writer(s): Luke Pritchard, Hugh Murray Harris, Paul James Garred, Max Clarke Rafferty
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