Grace - Patrick Watson

She’s bored, she picks up the paper

There’s a magazine cover of the women that hate her

But she doesn’t care, they don’t got what she’s got in her

She takes a street with a smile in her beat

Cause her high heels are taller than all of the other girls

Taller than all of their empty stares

Grace moves with a graceful swing

That you know your right and wrongs don’t mean a thing

She just swings her hips in the air at you

Her confidence will kill you, and when she pulls the trigger

She’s the only living proof that the world still cares

Cause she knows you’re just a little scared

Something about her grace

And all the boys are down on their knees

And they’re begging her please please please please

She just smiles, says go back to your mother boys

The half of you hate her, the rest of you love her

But you try, but you try, but she don’t need you

She’s got all the love that she ever needs

Something about her grace

Something about her smile that I need from her

Something about her smile that I need from her

Something about her smile that I need from her

Cause all my life I saw her there

Wandering through the city without a care

Something about her grace that you want to take home today

Something about her grace