She Got the Way

She got the rhythm from her head to her shoes

She got the reasons that will make you turn blue

Looking in the mirror while your combing your hair

Sunglasses on, my baby, she's looking carefree

Oh, when she gives me that look, something starts to come over me

If there's one thing here, I want the world to know

Is that my baby? She's finer than the finest Van Gogh

Now a Mississippi woman wants to sit around and talk all day

But a Texas woman wants to work and wasn't built that way

Now that Illinois woman looking fine as she can be

You know her lovin's got a hold on me