hesgotstyle ~

If it’s not those cowboyboots in the summer. Oh my God i pray for another chance to drive down back highways ‘till i stumble upon your beautiful face. Your prescence isn’t what kills me. It’s that artistic gleam that’s taking over my scenery dream by dream. You may think i’m incapable of loving a soul like yours. You may think i’m a fool, for you.
‘Cause boy you’ve got style and that’s what i love about you. The way that you sit back, oh how you sit back and watched this grow. You’ve got dreams and therebefore i believe in you. All that small town people with they big remarks, they ain’t got jack to say about my movie star. He’s got style.
He’s got style

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