Black Jeans

I wear black jeans, when I’m home
I wear black jeans, on the phone
But when my black jeans get too tight
I think that maybe I just might
Leave my black jeans on!
Pre Chorus
Debutante, she’s alone
Don’t cry now I’m coming home
In my black jeans
You make me feel so good
In my black jeans
Like I knew you would
I wear black jeans, on my ass
I wear black jeans, when I dance
You see me walking down the street
And wonder if we’ll ever meet
I wear black jeans, cos I can!