Something – Jim Sturgess

Something in the way she moves,
Attracts me like no other lover.
Something in the way she woos me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

Somewhere in her smile she knows,
That I don't need no other lover.
Something in her style that shows me.
I don't want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

You're asking me will my love grow,
I don't know, I don't know.
Stick around, and it may show,
But I don't know, I don't know.

Something in the way she knows,
And all I have to do is think of her.
Something in the things she shows me.
I don't want to leave her now.
You know I believe and how.

Rube caught himself smiling like a fucking moron at something George sarcasmed. He had to invent a verb for her for crissakes. His hand wiped away his smile as he rubbed it down his jaw. He looked up to see her smirking at him, and he knew he wasn't fooling her.

She grabbed her post-it, slid out of the booth and dropped her share of the check on the table. Graceful was not a word that would come up in a word-association game following 'George'. But there was something about the way she moved through space that took his breath away.

She glanced back before she walked through the front door, and he knew, inexplicably, that she understood exactly what was going through his mind.