She Got Dressed

Hes made of sand
Not flesh and not bone
Hes as good as the seeds hes sown
But he loves you so
Like no one else you know could do
Put your wedding dress on

On the tip of my tongue
As the back beat cracks I hit my drum
I get into the car
My interrogation starts
In the passenger seat
Theres a ton of mess of tangled leads
And a golden ring
Glimmerin at her feet
And the beat it goes on
（She got she Got dressed got She got dressed up ）
And the beat it goes on

Is he quick on his feet?
Does he ever look past you on the street?
Is he ever on time ?
When hes getting home at night?
In the opposite side
Every argument keepin every night
Is it what you accept?
Is there anything thats left?
And the beat it goes on
(She got she Got dressed got She got dressed up)
And the beat it goes on
(She got she Got dressed got She got dressed up)

Beat will go on
Yeah the beat will go on
For the king in the pot
Yeah the beat will go on
Beat will go on
Yeah the beat will go on
For the king in the pot
Yeah the beat will go on
Beat will go on
Over land over still
Out of the garden and over the hill
Beat will go on
Over land over still
Out of the garden and over the hill