[Clean rhythm guitar groove + bouncing bassline] [Rimshot drums, light delay on snare] [Muted horns swell in softly] She don’t speak loud, but you hear her twice Eyes say more than most do in a mic She walks like she owns the sidewalk cracks And you don’t mind fallin’ a few steps back Ain’t no maybe in the way she moves You either lean in or you lose She’s got that kind of yes The one you don’t forget No second guess No slow regret She says it without speakin’ You feel it in your chest She’s got that kind of yes She orders her drink, then tips the band Knows all the chords but never shows her hand Laughs like she means it, then disappears Leaves you standing with your better years You can't fake what she gives for free Cool as the shade on a summer street She’s got that kind of yes The kind that don’t confess No need to test No game of chess She don’t chase or follow She dances where she rests She’s got that kind of yes No diamond ring No downtown dress Just a half-rolled sleeve And a head full of mess But damn if she ain’t got Something you can't forget She’s got that kind of yes The one you feel, not guess No broken past No tangled text She’s the beat you borrow And the breath you catch She’s got that kind of yes
