Verse 1

You walked out the bedroom, Said, "Baby, you ready to go?" I had my keys in my hand, But where we're going, hell if I know. You said, "Why you looking at me Like you ain't ever seen me before?" I said, "I've seen you, baby... Just not in those."

Pre-Chorus

You turned around, Caught me looking, Gave me that little grin. Girl, you know damn well What you're doing in them.

Chorus

Those jeans... Lord have mercy on me. The way they fit, The way you walk, The way you're making it hard to leave. You can blame my bad manners, You can blame these eyes, But whoever made those jeans Deserves a damn Nobel Prize. Baby, I'm trying to behave, But you're making a scene... Walking around this house In those jeans.

Verse 2

You said, "They're just an old pair," Like that somehow makes it alright. Then you reached up for your jacket... Yeah. I forgot what I was saying twice. You laughed, "You're ridiculous." I said, "Baby, that's probably true. But I've got two functioning eyes, And both of 'em are stuck on you."

Pre-Chorus

You rolled your eyes, Grabbed your purse, Said, "We're gonna be late." I said, "Keep walking like that, And we're cancelling the reservation anyway."

Chorus

Those jeans... Lord have mercy on me. The way they fit, The way you walk, The way you're making it hard to leave. You can blame my bad manners, You can blame these eyes, But whoever made those jeans Deserves a damn Nobel Prize. Baby, I'm trying to behave, But you're making a scene... Walking around this house In those jeans.

Bridge

It ain't the denim. Hell, I know that's true. I've seen 'em folded on the dresser And they didn't do shit for me without you. It's the woman wearing 'em, And that look you're giving me. But damn... Those jeans ain't hurting anything.

Final Chorus

Those jeans... Yeah, there goes my evening. You got that little half-smile Like you know exactly what I'm thinking. We can still go out, Baby, that's just fine. But you're gonna have to walk ahead of me The whole damn time. You say I'm impossible. Maybe. But baby, please... Don't ever throw away Those jeans.

Outro

You ready? ...turn around one more time. Yeah. Now I'm ready.

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