Black Jeans

In my black jeans, black jeans
In my black jeans

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!

Debutante, she’s alone
Don’t cry now I’m coming home

In my black jeans (oh oh)
You make me feel so good
In my black jeans (oh oh)
Like I knew you would

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!

Debutante, she’s alone
Don’t cry now I’m coming home

In my black jeans (oh oh)
You make me feel so good
In my black jeans (oh oh)
Like I knew you would

In my black jeans (oh oh)
You make me feel so good
In my black jeans (oh oh)
Like I knew you would

In my black jeans (oh oh)
You make me feel so good
In my black jeans (oh oh)
Like I knew you would

In my black jeans (oh oh)
In my black jeans (oh oh)
In my black jeans (oh oh)
In my black jeans