Down on the corner, by the traffic light Everybody's lookin', as she goes by They turn their heads and they Watch her till she's gone Lord have mercy
You been looking real good lately Makin? me feel I know we?re friends but listen up You can?t be coming around me in tight jeans Makin' me weak, I think
Down on the corner by the traffic light Everybody's lookin' as she goes by They turn their heads and they watch her till she's gone Lord have mercy, baby
My love, she's a flower Perfuming the air wherever she blooms With her silk and her incense Harmonising hotel rooms Dark-eyed blue jean angel Red Egyptian
Eatin' TV dinner, with the radio on Made me cough up this kinda song There's a guy singin', I'd die for you And it sounds like he means business too
When I wake up in the mornin' light I pull on my jeans and I feel all right I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on I pull my blue jeans
Kanske var det ett moln i dina ogon blev himlen gra Mina ser i syne for det var val inte en tar? Himlen ar bla dina ogon krymper som blajeans Mina ogon
Manu kaki sauc toniks, Manam sunim vards ir dzins, Un nevis tapec, ka man garso vins. Kad vejss iepus buras, Pa juru peld plosts. Man garso dzins ar toniku
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na All you used to do was put me down But I found a way to pick
you've had those torn jeans on for days. you keep humming that same song. we never argue but they say it's bad if we get along. on the phone you dry your
well it's me in the middle again I'm Superman and I'm flying take a look at the man of steel you might feel he's a loser, I don't wanna be cool G.I.
So many things I'm going through So much that I wanna do It startin' to become so clear to me Tomorrow ain't really what it seems So many days I've thought
White shirts and neckties the way that my check flies Are part of what's wrong with my soul Risin' expenses and all kinds of fences keep me from where
In downtown Modesto, I was workin' the Holiday Inn I would stick with a gig that would last us throughout the weekend I was singing a new song I'd wrote
Con i jeans e gli stivali da cow-boy Guardavamo le ragazze dentro al bar Passo a prenderti alle nove se tu vuoi Un macchina qualcuno mi dara Un macchina
Well it's me in the middle again I'm Superman and I'm flying take a look at the man of steel you might feel he's a loser, I don't wanna be cool G.I. Joe
Abbiamo pantaloni larghi cazzo ti guardi? quando si fa tardi, dalle nostre parti tiro il cavallo fino a sotto le ginocchia chi mi guarda male lo riguardo
