Blue Jeans Lyrics - Show & Tell - 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, yeah 

I can't be hiding no more trying to catch 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 trying 

To understand you but he can't be wrong 'cause he's always right 

Raise your hands it's time to fight 'cause 

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, yeah 

Grab something and go 'cause I can't decide, while I'm planting 

The seeds growin' in your mind, I can't be picking up things 

From all the bad, two years running, I'm gunning for the future fast 

Pick yourselves up, decide why we're carrying on with guns and knives? 

Can't you tell that every thing'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, yeah 

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 

Yeah, yeah, yeah