Baby's Got Her Blue Jeans On
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Conway Twitty
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Down on the corner, by the traffic light,
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Everybody¡¯s lookin', as she goes by.
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They turn their heads and they watch her till she's gone.
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Lord have mercy, baby¡¯s got her blue jeans on.
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Up by the bus stop, and across the street,
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Open up their windows, to take a peek,
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As she goes walkin', rockin' like a rollin stone.
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Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on
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She can't help it if she's made that way.
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She's not to blame if they look her way.
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She ain't really tryin' to cause a scene.
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It just comes naturally,
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No, the girl can't help it.
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Well up on main street, by the taxi stand
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There's a crowd of people, and a traffic jam.
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She don't look back, she ain't doin nothin' wrong
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Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on.
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She can't help it if she's made that way.
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She's not to blame if they look her way.
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She ain't really tryin' to cause a scene.
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It just comes naturally,
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No, the girl can't help it.
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Down on the corner, by the traffic light,
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Everybody¡¯s lookin', as she goes by,
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They turn their heads and they watch her till she's gone.
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Lord have mercy, baby¡¯s got her blue jeans on
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Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on
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Baby's Got Her Blue Jeans On
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| Conway Twitty |
