| Eatin' t.v.dinner, with the radio on
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| Made me cough up this kinda song
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| There’s a guy singin' I’d die for you…
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| And it sounds like he means business too
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| Here’s me thinkin' all through the meal
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| Thank you for bein' so real and givin' me chills
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| You’re the prettiest girl in the world
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| It’s the best joke I ever heard
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| Young forever — never never grow old together
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| Gotta put on your blinkers — for a cakewalk in the sun
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| Like a mission impossible — like Atilla the hun
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| Tomorrow’s got me hidin' away
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| Yesterday’s got me on the run
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| And my jeans keep fadin', fadin'
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| And my jeans keep fadin'
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| Dunno where these guys do come from
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| That say they’ll kill and die for someone
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| It’s a fluke people, that makes me puke, yeah, yeah
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| And I can’t believe this is the truth
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| Here’s me tryin' to make up my mind
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| One says love is hard to find
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| Two says that it’s blind
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| You’re the prettiest girl in the world
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| It’s the best joke I ever heard
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| Young forever — never never grow old together
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| Gotta put on your blinkers — for a cakewalk in the sun
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| Like a mission impossible — like Atilla the hun
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| Tomorrow’s got me hidin' away
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| Yesterday’s got me on the run
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| And my jeans keep fadin', fadin'
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| And my jeans keep fadin'
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| We’re go out to yourself past, get yourself a pair of new blue jeans
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| Into the washin' machine, six times bleech, bleech, bleech
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| Mama’s gonna grazy, see what you do
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| These pairs are brandnew
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| I’ll say, send it with
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| That’s my jeans keep fadin', fadin'
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| And my jeans keep fadin' |