Jeans

When I walk in the room I’ll make you swoon over me
Soon you’ll be head over knees, you’ll see
My lines and curves are as foreign as the Chesapeake
The mirror stares and asks what happened to the rest of me
’cause I’m two-thirds the mass, twice the man that I used to be
And I never thought I’d have good-looking jeans
When I walk in the room I’ll make you swoon over me
Soon you’ll be head over knees, you’ll see
Cast-iron calves cast shadows thinner than a memory of
Lunchmeat chunk laze preserving days eeked out like eulogies
It took two dozen years for me to figure out a tighter weave
And I never thought I’d have good looking jeans
I used to think that I was too cool to be hip
I used to think that I was too hip to be cool
I used to think that I if I didn’t stop than I would rip
And drip, drip, drip my guts around school
But never did I think that I could have cool jeans
Never did I think that I could be scene
Never did I think that I could have good-looking jeans
Never did I think that I could be seen by a girl like you
When I walk in the room I’ll make you swoon over me
Soon you’ll be head over knees, you’ll see