Matt Katz - 7 Jeans

Hey Blue Jeans, you look ok by me
Don't you see, now
On your birthday
What were you thinking?
Change a thing
It comes apart for me
I only see you as you are
Could you do the same for me?
These days!
You want your man to behave!
No talking in the theater!
But Babe!
You want your man made of clay?
While you put on your next charade,
In walks your
7 Jeans, you know what they do to me
7 jeans, they tear the man right out of me
And girl, you've got to know
There isn't much I wouldn't do
But the tin man wants a heart!
Perfect fit, they say that's the ticket
I think there's more
In what we look for
In almost everything
So look at me, look at you
I think we're more than en vogue
Not just jeans
Those over done Kings, constantly exiting.
These days!
You want your man to behave!
No talking in the theater!!
But Babe!
You want your man made of clay?
While you put on your next charade,
In walks your
7 Jeans, you know what they do to me!
7 Jeans, Kryptonite they are to me!
And girl, I reconcile
A well dressed man says a thousand words
But the tin man wants a heart!

Written by:
Matthew Katz

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