| He says he’ll never love another girl
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| And I’m so sure of his sincerity 'cause he has never lied to me
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| And oh, he’ll feel a fool if I should go
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| And tonight when I am softly sleeping think of him 'cause he’ll be weeping
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| Ain’t no point in dreaming 'bout things he never said
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| At least he’s not concealing what’s really in his head
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| My jeans I want them back, hear his sweet words of goodbye
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| My jeans I want them back, bringing tears to my eyes
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| My jeans I want them back, hear his sweet words of goodbye
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| My jeans I want them back, them back, them back
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| I can’t ignore the look that’s in his eyes
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| Oh, yes he’s promised me fidelity, forsaking all his dignity
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| He cries, and holds his arms out open wide
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| And I go running in between them, the dream suddenly dies
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| There’s no point in longing for things he’ll never do
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| No use in prolonging what I know isn’t true
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| My jeans I want them back, hear his sweet words of goodbye
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| My jeans I want them back, bringing tears to my eyes
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| My jeans I want them back, hear his sweet words of goodbye
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| My jeans I want them back, them back, them back
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| Thinking clearly, why am I wasting time with you?
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| Thinking clearly, whenever I say that we are through
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| Ooh, we’re through, you just say we are through
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| You know I love you, love you, love you
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| My jeans I want them back, hear his sweet words of goodbye
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| My jeans I want them back, bringing tears to my eyes
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| My jeans I want them back, hear his sweet words of goodbye
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| My jeans I want them back, them back, them back
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| My jeans I want them back
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| My jeans I want them back
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| My jeans I want them back |