Lyrics Blue Jeans - Plain Jane Automobile

Blue Jeans

She wore blue jeans
On the scene
Like the pages in a magazine
She’s got long hair
Never stare
You could call
But she’ll never be there
She’s at the corner at the cafe
Filled with adverts
And a waiter named Wordsworth
I think that I’m in love with her
My heads empty
Save a few lights
Some cigarette butts
And some afternoon fights
I can’t tell you what it means
To lay with the girl
In the tight blue jeans
I think that I’m in love with her!
Do you know how to get away from her?
Do you know how to survive?
Sad, I should have never let you win!
She wore blue jeans
On the scene
Like the pages in a magazine
She’s got long hair
Never stare
You could call
But she’ll never be there
She’s at the corner at the cafe
Filled with adverts
And a waiter named Wordsworth
Watching that T.V. and rotting her brain
Too much coffee makes her go insane
I think that I’m in love with her!
Do you know how to get away from her?
Do you know how to survive?
Do you know how to survive?