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silvertide — Blue Jeans

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Ain't turning back it's my time to fly Too many decisions and not enough time But I always did like the thrill of living in...
Hell of an angel Skin that shines like pearl Eyes that make your soul bleed Innocent and sweet Your friends...
Why don't you just try to see it all my way? 'Cause I'm really not liking what you have to say You think you know it all, you...
The nights are long And the days roll into each other In the City of Angels I can't get no sleep I wish that I was...
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...
M.J. I'm gettin' so fed up with all the shit that everyone keeps handing me M.J. whisper in my ears 'cause you're the one that truly...
I'm still standing here, awkward and unaware As you scream the topic's closed, and slam down the telephone You swear that you...
The face of doubt Stuck in a drought Thirty miles shy of the pouring rain I got the peddle stuck to the floor ...
Standing there with that killer stare and a body that won't quit She said I don't want a little piece of your love so give me all of...
Sitting in a dark, cramped basement Watching the sun go down behind the shades We all try to find a way out Realizing...


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 catch 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 tries to understand you
But he can't be wrong 'cause he's always right
Raise your hands it's time to fight

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



Grab something and go 'cause I can't decide
While I'm planting the seeds growin' in your mind
I can't be picking up things from all the bad, two years running
I'm gunning for the future fast
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




[Thanks to Beachbum767676@aol.com for these lyrics]


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