
Date of issue: 20.06.2004
Song language: English
Blue Jeans |
She’s the kind of girl you bring home to your mother |
She looks good in blue jeans even better under covers |
She’s a devil in bed between the sheets |
Ask her if she’s a saint and she’ll get down on her knees and pray |
Yeah yeah yeah |
I can’t be hiding no more trying ta get my soul in a stolen red Camaro flyin' |
so far |
Drunk drivin' trees are swinging by I can’t decide why she’s on my mind |
I can’t be trippin' while trying and I can’t find the truth |
While another man is tryin' to understand you |
But he can’t be wrong 'cause he’s always right |
Raise your hands it’s time to fight |
Coz' |
She’s the kind of girl you bring home to your mother |
She looks good in blue jeans even better under covers |
She’s a devil in bed between the sheets |
Ask her if she’s a saint and she’ll get down on her knees and pray |
Yeah yeah yeah |
Take something and go 'cause I can’t decide |
While I’m planting the seeds runnin' through my mind |
I can’t be picking up things from all the bad, two years running |
I’m gunning for the future can |
Pick yourselves up, decide why we’re carrying on with guns and knives |
Can’t you tell that everything’s wrong |
But she’s coming out and she looks good tonight |
She’s the kind of girl you bring home to your mother |
She looks good in blue jeans even better under covers |
She’s a devil in bed between the sheets |
Ask her if she’s a saint and she’ll get down on her knees and pray |
Yeah yeah yeah |