Baby's got her blue jeans on

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 stop 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

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 tryin' 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
But she don't look back she ain't doing nothing wrong
Lord have mercy baby's got her blue jeans on

She can't help it if she's made that way...
Down on the corner by the traffic light...
Heaven help us baby's got her blue jeans on