Lyrics:

If it's not those cowboy boots in the summer,
Oh my god I pray for another,
Chance to drive back down highways,
'Till 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.

(Pre-Chorus)
You might think I'm incapable,
Of loving a soul like yours,
You might think I'm a fool,
For you.

(Chorus)
'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,
Ain't got jack to say about my movie star,

Is it the fact that I'm a wee bit younger,
Or the truth that I'm so naive.
See 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,

(Pre-Chorus)
You might think I'm incapable,
Of loving a soul like yours.
You might think I'm a fool,
For you.

(Chorus)
'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,
Ain't got jack to say about my movie star,
She's got style.

Ba da da da da da di da da,
Ba da da, ooh, ohhhh,
Oh oh, yeah,
She's got style,
Ba da da da da da di da da,
Oh oh oh, oohhhhh,

All the small town people with their big remarks,
Ain't got jack to say about my movie star,
She's got style.