Donna Grayson
www.donnagrayson.com
Poetry and Lyrics

1975 to 1976
Junior Year - High School

 

 

My Blue Jeans

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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