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She wore blue jeans
On the scene
Like the pages in a magazine
She?s got long hair
Never stare
You could call but she?ll never be there
She?s at the corner at the café
Filled with adverts and a waiter named Wordsworth

I think that I?m in love with her

My heads empty
Save a few lights
Some cigarette butts and some afternoon fights
I can?t tell you what it means
To lay with the girl in the tight blue jeans

I think that I?m 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
She?s got long hair
Never stare
You could call but she?ll never be there
She?s 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 I?m in love with her

Do you know how to get away from her?
Do you know how to survive?