Denim
Washed out
Off trend and unclean
Tore up
He ripped us at the seams
Hit me below the belt
He don't know what he means
The difference between the boy and me
He lives in his own reality
Aint no zippin my mouth
And you get what you see
Now he's wearing me out does he think that I'm denim?
And he's so delicate so what should I tell him?
I'm his favorite jeans
He must think that he's holy
Tries to patch me up
With money like he owns me
Now he's wearing me out cause he thinks that I'm denim
Pants down and he's so embarrassed
Turned round expecting a fucking kiss
Baby we're not in love
And you're so full of shit
Got me looking like the idiot
Bend over backwards to make it fit
No it's not like a glove
You can go suck my dick
Now he's wearing me out does he think that I'm denim?
And he's so delicate so what should I tell him?
I'm his favorite jeans
He must think that he's holy
Tries to patch me up
With money like he owns me
Now he's wearing me out cause he thinks that I'm denim
Denim
Denim
Denim
Denim
Thinks that I'm denim
Thinks that I'm denim
Denim
Denim
Denim
Now he's wearing me out does he think that I'm denim?
And he's so delicate so what should I tell him?
I'm his favorite jeans
He must think that he's holy
Tries to patch me up
With money like he owns me
Now he's wearing me out cause he thinks that I'm denim
Off trend and unclean
Tore up
He ripped us at the seams
Hit me below the belt
He don't know what he means
The difference between the boy and me
He lives in his own reality
Aint no zippin my mouth
And you get what you see
Now he's wearing me out does he think that I'm denim?
And he's so delicate so what should I tell him?
I'm his favorite jeans
He must think that he's holy
Tries to patch me up
With money like he owns me
Now he's wearing me out cause he thinks that I'm denim
Pants down and he's so embarrassed
Turned round expecting a fucking kiss
Baby we're not in love
And you're so full of shit
Got me looking like the idiot
Bend over backwards to make it fit
No it's not like a glove
You can go suck my dick
Now he's wearing me out does he think that I'm denim?
And he's so delicate so what should I tell him?
I'm his favorite jeans
He must think that he's holy
Tries to patch me up
With money like he owns me
Now he's wearing me out cause he thinks that I'm denim
Denim
Denim
Denim
Denim
Thinks that I'm denim
Thinks that I'm denim
Denim
Denim
Denim
Now he's wearing me out does he think that I'm denim?
And he's so delicate so what should I tell him?
I'm his favorite jeans
He must think that he's holy
Tries to patch me up
With money like he owns me
Now he's wearing me out cause he thinks that I'm denim
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Writer(s): Madison Deaver
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