Blue jean lady Indiana baby-
-You cant just lay me-
My heart has been slayed
- never slaved
I have such a hard time trying to adapt to this world & behave
My hair its always all natural- with some red tones
My voice - when I'm making love cant help but moan
My womeness has only blossomed and grown
My eyes to ansrew your question
they are chestnut with a dark green rimmed hut
I'm 5'7 - a D- cup- and I wear a size 5-6 sometimes 7 in jeans
what does all of this mean
Not jack to me really-
- I'm not into all the gold, diamonds & frillys
I'm a blue jean baby-
- Nothing near the fakeness of an L. A. lady
I'm a tomboy who sometimes gets pretty d a m n crazy
One thing I've never been called is lazy
My mind is far from a one track mind
its more of a quantum of tracks
where I'm always trying to map-
facts weather it be in history or what I've stolen from your memor
there's just a little bitabout this blue jean baby
a far from self absoarbed vain lady
whos sometimes bored-
- only from being torn-
I love how worn out my blue jeans get
-Ill wear them til they fall off of me
-but I always make sure skin tight is how they fit
this here
, listen hear
- me
yours truly
THAT BLUE JEAN BABY
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