SOPHISTICATED LADY [Intro] [VERSE 1] She’s so fine, lighting up the room A spark of summer, sweet and velvet Clearing out the winter gloom Like a heatwave in the moon [PRE-CHORUS] Natural grace, quiet style Caught in the ghost of her smile She’s got the light, she’s got the view But she hasn't got a clue [CHORUS] Sophisticated lady Just along for the ride She don’t know the magic Keeping deep inside So pretty, it’s a mystery The last one left to see How a sophisticated lady Brings the world down to its knee [VERSE 2] Books on the table Fire in her soul A heart that’s able To take full control She’s talkin' philosophy Under the shade While the world is wonderin' How she was made [BRIDGE] The sun is dipping low The rhythm’s taking hold A story left to show Before the night gets old She doesn’t see the way The golden hour glows Or how she ends the day Everywhere she goes [OUTRO] (Spoken: "She just don't know...") Just along for the ride... Sophisticated lady... *** I’m watching her move through the room, a natural force of grace and quiet style. She has this magnetic pull, a fire in her soul and a mind that wanders through philosophy, yet she remains beautifully unaware of her own power. It’s a mystery to me how someone can possess that much magic and not even realize they’re the center of the universe. I’m just lucky enough to be along for the ride while she brings the world to its knees.
