Baby's Got Her Blue Jeans On    (1984)

Down on the corner
By the traffic light
Everybody's looking
As she goes by
They turn their heads
And they watch her
'Til she's gone
Lord, have mercy
Baby's got her blue jeans on

Up by the bus stop
And across the street
Open up their windows
To take a peek
As she goes walking
Rocking like a rolling stone
Heaven help us
Baby's got her blue jeans on

She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not the blame if they look her way
She ain't really trying to cause a scene
It just comes naturally
Aw, the girl can't help it

Well, up on Main Street
By the taxi stand
There's a crowd of people
And a traffic jam
But she don't look like
She ain't doing nothing wrong
Lord, have mercy
Baby's got her blue jeans on

She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not the blame if they look her way
She ain't really trying to cause a scene
It just comes naturally
Aw, the girl can't help it

Down on the corner
By the traffic light
Everybody's looking
As she goes by
They turn their heads
And they watch her till she's gone
Lord, have mercy
Baby's got her blue jeans on
Heaven help us
Baby's got her blue jeans on

Lyrics by Bob McDill.
Recorded by Mel McDaniel.


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