| That look in your eyes, it says you got me figured out
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| Like a stereotype, there’s plenty of us in this town
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| Ain’t no consolation prize, I hate it when you size me up
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| Oh, it’s about time you see me with my cards faced up
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| When I’m wearing my black jeans
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| Maybe you won’t even recognize me
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| And you know that I won’t just take a back seat
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| There’s a side of me that needs reminding
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| And that’s what makes me feel alive
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| In my black jeans
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| Not just another cool kid, trying just to catch your eye
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| I don’t feel like myself in something somebody else designed
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| High heels on the pedal, feeling like a drunken night
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| When I’m wearing my black jeans
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| Maybe you won’t even recognize me
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| 'Cause you know that I won’t just take a back seat
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| There’s a side of me that needs reminding
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| And that’s what makes me feel alive
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| And that’s what makes me feel alive, oh
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| And I need you to find me
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| I’ve been hanging here the whole time
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| Oh, and nothing fits better
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| What I am will never go out of style, oh
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| When I’m wearing my black jeans
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| Maybe you won’t even recognize me
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| 'Cause you know that I won’t just take a back seat
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| There’s a side of me that needs reminding
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| Oh, when I’m wearing my black jeans
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| Maybe you won’t even recognize me
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| And you know that I won’t just take a back seat
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| There’s a side of me that needs reminding
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| Oh, and that’s what makes me feel alive
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| And that’s what makes me feel alive
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| In my black jeans
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| In my black jeans
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| In my black jeans
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| Makes me feel alive
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| You make me feel alive
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| (Doo, doo, doo, doo-)
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| When I’m wearing my black jeans |