I've cried in them
I've lied in them
At times, I even died in them
But it wasn't the end
We've been through hating
Spent to much time waiting
Long hours contemplating
what to do
how to get through
Don't tell me
that you don't know what I mean
Don't tell me
you don't own a pair of blue jeans
So if you don't know
don't tell me they've got to go
I can't bring myself to throw them out
Everyone knows
what I'm talking about
I love my blue jeans
We've been through alot
and it caused those spots
So they went through bleaching
Now I got to listen to your preaching
And won't get rid of my blues jeans
Even though they're falling apart
I can't live without my blue jeans
its like living without my heart
I wouldn't be caught dead without
my blue jeans
Don't tell me
that you don't know what I mean
Don't tell me
you don't own a pair of blue jeans
So if you don't know
don't tell me they've got to go
I can't bring myself to throw them out
Everyone knows
what I'm talking about
I love my blue jeans
Because I've hoped in them
I've moped in them
I've soaped them up
Worn through violence
Worn through difiance
My alience
To my blue jeans
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