If it's not those cowboy boots in the summer
Oh, my God, I pray for another
Chance to drive down back highways
Until I stumble upon your beautiful face
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

Because girl, you got style
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

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

Beause girl, you got style
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

Finding guys of finding someone just like you
Tell me why I never wanted to go back home
I never wanted to go
I'm still falling for you today