| She bought 'em at the thrift store down on Main
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| For twenty-three dollars a pair
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| Faded and worn in all the right ways
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| That’s all she ever wants to wear
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| From the first sweet moment I laid eyes on those Levis
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| Well, I was begging on my knees
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| Pretty please, oh, won’t you be my
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| Blue jean baby
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| Painted on tight, driving me crazy
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| Denim daisy
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| Turning heads all over town
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| The other girls rocking them mini skirts
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| But they can’t hold a candle to her
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| My blue jean baby
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| She got a little hole right below the pocket
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| Showing off a little skin
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| She don’t care if they get a little dirty
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| Tomorrow she gonna wear 'em again
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| The way they’re hugging on those hips every time she struts by
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| I know as long as I live I could never get enough of my
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| Yeah, the summer time is the best part of all
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| 'Cause when she gets too hot, she just cuts them off |