Lyrics Lady Fits Her Blue Jeans - Jimmy Webb

Lady Fits Her Blue Jeans

The lady fits her ol' blue jeans
Hitches rides in limousines
You know there’s a lot of kings and queens
Who would envy her in a t-shirt she wears
Platform shoes and applique
Antique lace and black romaine
Oh I have watched her sit and play
With a daisy chain or a baby’s hand and
Oh so elegantly
She stands with a stolen rose
Rings for fingers, and a kiss for her nose and
She will have music wherever she goes
The lady wears the best perfume
Takes her time in her old man’s bathroom
She lures the old man to his doom
He was ambushed by the shaving cream
Or a help in the strawberry farm
Served up ripe between his eyes
You dare not make the lady cry, y’know
Revenge is swift and sticky and
Yes, she may have one of these
And yes, she may have one of those
Rings for fingers, and a kiss for her nose and
She will have music wherever she goes
The lady dines like a moviestar
Oh, we count our cash in some backstreet bar
But it don’t matter where we are
You know those heads turn 'round when she walks in
A borrowed room, or a fine hotel
You might find heaven and ya' might find hell
The lady fits her blue jeans so well, you know
She’ll hurt ya' but she’ll help ya' too and
Yes, she may have one of these
And yes, she may have one of those
Rings for fingers, and a kiss for her nose and
She will have music wherever that lady goes
She will have music wherever she goes