the A now, A Town Hey now, hey, hey, hey now, hey Let me help you with dem jeans, baby, lay down Damn, girl, how you get all o' that in dem jeans? Dem jeans
Right now if you raisin' some children That don't belong to you But you know you're takin' care of them Please report on the dance floor, let's go now
turn their heads and they watch her till she's gone Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on
, we've known each other ever since we were sixteen I wished I could have known I wished I could have called you Just to say goodbye, Bobby Jean
show no shame And shout out the choise of your brand name! Wrangler Levis Paisley Ju ju Jag jeans Lee's ya'll Alessio Guess jeans All the ladies in
[Chorus] She had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans] Boots with the fur [With the fur] The whole club lookin at her She hit the floor [She hit the floor]
VIP baby [Chorus] Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans) Girl grab the wall, then shake it like a dog Shake what you got in them jeans (them jeans
FAILURE BY DESIGNER JEANS I'm a mess of insecurities ATTENTION STARVED with a narcissistic twist Don't you think that I'm amazing? Please tell me I'm
"Failure By Designer Jeans" I'm a mess of insecurities Attention starved with a narcissistic twist Don't you think that I'm amazing? Please tell me I
I was secure and sure, I was without compromise I thought I knew you I'll give you that I guess I just hoped You'd be giving back My Marla Jean
need to lose a bit of weight?" And I said, "Oh, don't be stupid 'cause you're looking great" And I call her String Bean Jean because the label on Her jeans
Ladies and gentlemen The Preacher?s son Patti LaBelle is in the buildin? Let?s celebrate, have a basement party A barbeque, how we used to do On the
Nouveau When nobody else kink it Dark-eyed blue jean angel Red Egyptian hair Dark-eyed blue jean angel Watch the people stare Dark-eyed blue jean angel
's got me on the run And my jeans keep fadin', fadin' And my jeans keep fadin' We're go out to yourself past Get yourself a pair of new blue jeans Into
I'm Buju Banton with the Preacher's Son Who gave the orders For them to go? Alright Who gave the orders? Martin was shut down, alright Who gave the orders
full attack? The gods are laughing And they're tugging at the reins But he's taken to his wings And they hit the bank Heaven may stone him But Jean
ones Up the back of a bus There was always the risk Of a slap in the puss But Jean, oh, Jean You let me got lucky with you Oh, Jean, oh, Jean You let
Just got back from Paris, France All they do is sing and dance All they've got there is romance What a tragedy Every boulevard has lovers Every lover'