I often let my thoughts slip away
A section between "hell no" and dreams
Pass the kitchen and the living room
Run the hole yard to our bedroom
I hope you’ll find them in that drawer
where you hide all your dirty secrets
And keep them close to your heart
One day I’ll find them

I’ve been asking for so long now;
“Love what you got in store for me?”
Pulled down hangers for a figure
that didn’t fit my standards
Dug deep into empty pockets
that just wasn’t my style
But I just know when I see them, they will be spot on
“One of a kind, the real thing”

My favorite blue jeans
Them with the right shape and size, color and shade
Fit perfect on my ass, Levis 501,
damned you nailed it!
But maybe a little bit softer fabric
The one pair that goes well even with my bad-hair-days
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday - any day of the week!
Muddy boots, white tee in pure cotton, talking ´bout
Those jeans - Deep blue but washed out

There is really nothing mainstream ´bout them
they are unique
They got those coffee stains over them, grass stains too
Those nights out, and God-only-knows-what
I can see myself in you
and It doesn’t matter if you’re are ripped in any way
I’m not gonna try to fix you or sew patches on you


I like you just the way you are


Underneath your skin