 
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 
Your telling me you're far out 
You're not about to lie down for your cause 
But you dont pull my strings 
'Cos I'm a better man 
Moving on to better things 
Well uh oh, oh I love her because she moves in her own way 
Well uh oh, oh 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 wont you go far 
Tell me you're a keeper 
Not about to lie down for your cause 
And you don't pull my strings 
'Cos I'm a better man 
Moving on to better things 
Well oh oh, oh I love her because she moves in her own way 
Well oh oh, oh she came to my show just to hear about my day 
Yes our winter storm will never make it 
Through all the summers 
Their keeping us instead of 
Kicking us back 
Down through the suburbs 
Yes our winter storm will never make it 
Through all the summers 
Their keeping us instead of 
Kicking us back 
Down through 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, oh I love her because she moves in her own way 
But uh oh, oh she came to my show just to hear about my day
| 1 | Naive | 
| 2 | Sofa Song | 
| 3 | Jackie Big Tits | 
| 4 | Pull Me In | 
| 5 | Eddie's Gun | 
| 6 | Got No Love | 
| 7 | California | 
| 8 | You Don't Love Me |