Blue Jeans

This feeling for ya is fading,
like my old blue jeans.
This feeling for ya is fading,
like my old blue jeans.

More than a needle and thread
to mend this hole.

You threw me in the wash,
like a pair of your dirty work pants.
You threw me in the wash,
down the drain went our romance.

More than a needle and thread
to mend this hole.
More than a need and thread
(Bridge)
to mend this song;
how did we ever get along.

It took me a while to break them in.
I'm talking about my jeans.
I never tried to break ya in,
Just to get along.

Just when I put my trust in you,
you come apart at the seams.
Just when I began to feel good,
you act really mean.

(Bridge)
How did we ever get along.