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.
Up by the bus and across the street
Open up their windows to take a peek
And she goes walking, rocking like a rolling stone
Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on.
Chorus:
She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not to blame if they look her way
She ain't really trying to cause a scene
It just comes naturally, no 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
She don't look back she ain't doin' nothing wrong
Lord have Mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on.
Chorus:
She can't help it if she's made that way
She's not to blame if they look her way
She ain't really trying to cause a scene
It just comes naturally, no the girl can't help it.
Down on the corner by the traffic light
Everybody's lookin' 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.
Heaven help us, Baby's got her blue jeans on.
Lord have Mercy, Baby's got her blue jeans on...




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