Blue Jeans - Silvertide

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 get 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 is tryin' to understand you

But he can’t be wrong 'cause he’s always right

Raise your hands it’s time to fight

Coz'

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

Take something and go 'cause I can’t decide

While I’m planting the seeds runnin' through my mind

I can’t be picking up things from all the bad, two years running

I’m gunning for the future can

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