If it's not those cowboy boots in the summer
Oh my God I'd 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

'Cause girl you got style
And that's what I love about you
The way that you sit back (oh, how you sit 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

Badada dadadadadadada dadada hoooooo ohhh

She's got style
Badada dadadadadadada dadada hoooooo ohhh

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 you 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

'Cause girl you got style
And that's what I love about you
The way that you sit back (oh, how you sit 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

Writer : DREW, CHRISTOFER
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.