Blue Jeans - Plain Jane Automobile

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?