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She wore blue jeans
On the scene
Like the pages in a magazine
Shes got long hair
Never stare
You could call but shell never be there
Shes at the corner at the café
Filled with adverts and a waiter named Wordsworth
I think that Im in love with her
My heads empty
Save a few lights
Some cigarette butts and some afternoon fights
I cant tell you what it means
To lay with the girl in the tight blue jeans
I think that Im in love with her
Do you know how to get away from her?
Do you know how to survive?
Sad, I should have never let you win
She wore blue jeans
On the scene
Like the pages in a magazine
Shes got long hair
Never stare
You could call but shell never be there
Shes at the corner at the café
Filled with adverts and a waiter named Wordsworth
Watching that T.V. and rotting her brain
Too much coffee makes her go insane
I think that Im in love with her
Do you know how to get away from her?
Do you know how to survive?