She Moves

 

 

I ask her what she wants to do

She says I want to rob a train with you

Play Jesse James with you

Go down in flames with you

I ask her what she wants to be

She says anything but incomplete

The opposite of obsolete

The last page of a mystery

She’s almost make-believe

 

She’s a Hollywood face that’s never been to L.A.

Kinda kitchy like a dime-store gypsy

Likes to talk big city

Just to try and pretty up her roots

She’s nobody’s wife cause she hates wearing white

Kinda different like a fingerprint dippin’ in the ink

And when you think you got her right where you want her

She moves

I love the way she moves

 

She don’t believe in fairy tales

But the glass slipper fits her very well

Keeps a plastic frog on her windowsill

Just in case hey what the hell

She’s got a Sunday morning attitude

Even on a Monday afternoon

She says she wants to draw my tattoo

Says babe I want my name on you

And she gets what she wants

 

She’s a Hollywood face that’s never been to L.A.

Kinda kitchy like a dime-store gypsy

Likes to talk big city

Just to try to pretty up her roots

She’s nobody’s wife cause she hates wearing white

Kinda different like a fingerprint dippin’ in the ink

And when you think you got her right where you want her

She moves

You know I love the way she moves

 

I love the way she 

Keeps me on my toes and on my knees

And all I know 

Is I’d never go

Where she moves me

 

She’s a Hollywood face that’s never been to L.A.

Kinda kitchy like a dime-store gypsy

Likes to talk big city

Just to try and pretty up her roots

She’s nobody’s wife cause she hates wearing white

Kinda different like a fingerprint dippin’ in the ink

And when you think you got her right where you want her

She moves

Yeah you know that I love the way she moves

Oh I love the way she moves

Na na, na na, na na I love the way she moves

Music & Lyrics by Josh Osborne, Shane McAnally, Trevor Rosen