Ripped Jeans - Christian Alexander

Ripped jeans, I’ve ripped my good jeans

They were so fitting, there’s no returning (No)

And my ripped jeans, they keep on ripping

My hair is dirty, it needs a washing (Rip, rip)

I think I’m changing, yeah, I’m maturing

I hope you’ve noticed, uh, yeah, yeah

And there’s some aging, I’m acting cooler

I hope you’ve noticed, uh

'Cause you’re still my number one (Number)

You’re still my golden girl (Golden)

You’re still my everything to me (Everything), yeah (To me)

And when you say my name (Say my)

It makes me go insane (Cry in)

'Cause you’re my number one always (Always)

So my ripped jeans, I’ve ripped my good jeans

I think it’s fitting, I like them worn-out

And with my ripped jeans, I’ve made some ripped tees

My nose is runny, yeah, I’m a mess (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, rip, rip)

I’ve been so bad lately, writing depressing songs

It’s starting to take a toll, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I care less about what people think of me

It’s a pretty nice way to be (To be), yeah

'Cause you’re still my number one (Number)

You’re still my golden girl (Golden)

You’re still my everything to me (Everything), yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, to me)

And when you sing my name (Sing my)

It makes cry in pain (Cry in)

'Cause you’re my number one always (Always)

So my ripped jeans, I’ve ripped my good jeans

They were so fitting, there’s no returning (No)

And my ripped jeans, they keep on ripping

My hair is dirty (Uh), yeah, I’m a mess (Rip, rip)