I Just Want Your Jeans 歌词
| 歌曲 | I Just Want Your Jeans |
| 歌手 | God Help the Girl |
| 专辑 | God Help The Girl |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| My room faces north | |
| But the sun's in the south | |
| I am just waking up | |
| To the news of my birth | |
| I am a girl and I'm lucky to be here | |
| Whatever that's worth | |
| Like an ostrich | |
| I lived with my head in the sand | |
| I slipped into corners | |
| I sat on my hands | |
| I learned to stifle | |
| The shouts and the outrage | |
| I'm feeling deep down | |
| With my chains falling off | |
| And the hope in a friend | |
| Cafés and walkaways | |
| And sculptured weekends | |
| I am getting to love my freedom | |
| I am getting to like my surroundings | |
| My room faces north | |
| But the sun's in the south | |
| You are far out of reach | |
| Could I be any worth? | |
| To some special person | |
| My mind is unknowing | |
| Of any such luck | |
| So I yell out the window | |
| I answer the mail | |
| My diary is quiet, the definitive nail | |
| In my social coffin | |
| I blame all the boffins | |
| For making me fail | |
| For an hour in the park | |
| Or an hour on the couch | |
| With the boy of my choice | |
| If he makes me go "Ouch!" | |
| I will swap all my dumb school prizes | |
| I am open to dark surprises | |
| My room faces north | |
| But the sun's in the south | |
| You are far out of reach | |
| Perfect hand, perfect mouth | |
| I'll barter my freedom | |
| I'll trade all my medals | |
| Please keep me in dreams | |
| I don't want commitment | |
| I don't want the drama | |
| I just want your jeans | |
| I just want your jeans |
| My room faces north | |
| But the sun' s in the south | |
| I am just waking up | |
| To the news of my birth | |
| I am a girl and I' m lucky to be here | |
| Whatever that' s worth | |
| Like an ostrich | |
| I lived with my head in the sand | |
| I slipped into corners | |
| I sat on my hands | |
| I learned to stifle | |
| The shouts and the outrage | |
| I' m feeling deep down | |
| With my chains falling off | |
| And the hope in a friend | |
| Cafe s and walkaways | |
| And sculptured weekends | |
| I am getting to love my freedom | |
| I am getting to like my surroundings | |
| My room faces north | |
| But the sun' s in the south | |
| You are far out of reach | |
| Could I be any worth? | |
| To some special person | |
| My mind is unknowing | |
| Of any such luck | |
| So I yell out the window | |
| I answer the mail | |
| My diary is quiet, the definitive nail | |
| In my social coffin | |
| I blame all the boffins | |
| For making me fail | |
| For an hour in the park | |
| Or an hour on the couch | |
| With the boy of my choice | |
| If he makes me go " Ouch!" | |
| I will swap all my dumb school prizes | |
| I am open to dark surprises | |
| My room faces north | |
| But the sun' s in the south | |
| You are far out of reach | |
| Perfect hand, perfect mouth | |
| I' ll barter my freedom | |
| I' ll trade all my medals | |
| Please keep me in dreams | |
| I don' t want commitment | |
| I don' t want the drama | |
| I just want your jeans | |
| I just want your jeans |
| My room faces north | |
| But the sun' s in the south | |
| I am just waking up | |
| To the news of my birth | |
| I am a girl and I' m lucky to be here | |
| Whatever that' s worth | |
| Like an ostrich | |
| I lived with my head in the sand | |
| I slipped into corners | |
| I sat on my hands | |
| I learned to stifle | |
| The shouts and the outrage | |
| I' m feeling deep down | |
| With my chains falling off | |
| And the hope in a friend | |
| Café s and walkaways | |
| And sculptured weekends | |
| I am getting to love my freedom | |
| I am getting to like my surroundings | |
| My room faces north | |
| But the sun' s in the south | |
| You are far out of reach | |
| Could I be any worth? | |
| To some special person | |
| My mind is unknowing | |
| Of any such luck | |
| So I yell out the window | |
| I answer the mail | |
| My diary is quiet, the definitive nail | |
| In my social coffin | |
| I blame all the boffins | |
| For making me fail | |
| For an hour in the park | |
| Or an hour on the couch | |
| With the boy of my choice | |
| If he makes me go " Ouch!" | |
| I will swap all my dumb school prizes | |
| I am open to dark surprises | |
| My room faces north | |
| But the sun' s in the south | |
| You are far out of reach | |
| Perfect hand, perfect mouth | |
| I' ll barter my freedom | |
| I' ll trade all my medals | |
| Please keep me in dreams | |
| I don' t want commitment | |
| I don' t want the drama | |
| I just want your jeans | |
| I just want your jeans |
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