| Well in a-blue jeans and a boy’s shirt, she’s mine
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| Well in a-blue jeans and a boy’s shirt, she’s fine
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| Well at the recordhop or the drive-in show
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| She’s always ready to rock 'n' roll
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| Yeah, blue jeans and a boy’s shift, she’s mine
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| Well in a-blue jeans and a boy’s shirt, she’s tough
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| When we kiss, she never gets enough
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| She’s sweet sixteen and a teenage queen
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| The finest chick you ever seen
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| In a-blue jeans and a boy’s shirt, she’s mine
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| Well, all the guys wanna take her out, but it just can’t be done
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| She tells all the guys that ask, I’m the only one
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| Oh, in a-blue jeans and a boy’s shirt, she’s tough
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| When-a she’s feelin' fine, she likes to rock
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| She likes to hear a wall of sax
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| When they do there’s nothing lax
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| In blue jeans and a boy’s shirt, she’s mine |