| Walkin' through my neighborhood
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| Her backfield’s in motion
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| Clingin' to body smooth as lotion
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| Struttin' that stuff so firm and lean
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| Hey girl, I love the way you look in
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| Them Jeans
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| I was never that crazy about stone-washed denin
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| At least until I saw a girl in 'em
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| They fit so tight but look so rough
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| I’m sayin' uh uh uh now, tha's fine stuff
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| In pastel colors, pink is so hot
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| Why don’t you run me over with that truck you got
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| Hey Virginia Slim, don't be so mean
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| 'Cause I love the eay you look in
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| Them Jeans
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| Jordache, Sasson or, huh, Calvin Klein
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| I gotta put on my shades 'cause you’re makin' me blind
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| Don’t even know her name, but still I can’t get enough
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| I’ll call her earthquake,'cause I’m all shook-up
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| I followed her across the street and I nearly got killed
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| Your name must be Gloria, Damn you’re built
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| Looks like they’re comin' apart at the seams
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| But, girl, I love the way you look in
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| Them Jeans
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| I know you must be a damn good lover
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| By the way you look, girl, in those hip-huggers
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| If I was a zipper I’d sneak a peek
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| To see if you were wearing anything undermeath
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| I don’t mean to be bold, but I was told
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| That if you took your pants off your butt’ll explore
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| Everybody in the house, yo show no shame
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| And shout out the choise of your brand name!
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| Wrangler
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| Levis
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| Paisley
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| Ju Ju
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| Jag Jeans
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| Lee’s ya’ll
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| Alessio
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| Guess Jeans
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| All the ladies in the house let me hear you scream
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| We love the way we look in our jeans
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| Sittin' on my stoop with my needle and thread
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| Got a stiff from jerkin' my head
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| Bound to hurt somebody by the way she switches
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| Don’t shake it too hard or you’ll bust them breeches
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| I know you couldn’t 've put’em on all by yourself
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| 'Cause they fit so tight you had to have help
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| I watched her walk down the block until she was gone
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| 'Cause her jeans look like they were painted on
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| Next time you walk by me, girl, you better run
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| 'Cause I’m thinkin' 'bout chewin' your bubble gums
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| You use butter, lard and margarine
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| And that was just to get your two legs in
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| You used Crisco and a shoe horn at the same time
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| To get the pants up over your big behind
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| Had to give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation
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| 'Cause her jeans were so tight, they cut off her circulation
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| I wanna be your King and you be my Queen
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| 'Cause I love the way you look in
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| Them Jeans |