Lady Fits Her Blue Jeans - Jimmy Webb

The lady fits her ol' blue jeans

Hitches rides in limousines

You know there’s a lot of kings and queens

Who would envy her in a t-shirt she wears

Platform shoes and applique

Antique lace and black romaine

Oh I have watched her sit and play

With a daisy chain or a baby’s hand and

Oh so elegantly

She stands with a stolen rose

Rings for fingers, and a kiss for her nose and

She will have music wherever she goes

The lady wears the best perfume

Takes her time in her old man’s bathroom

She lures the old man to his doom

He was ambushed by the shaving cream

Or a help in the strawberry farm

Served up ripe between his eyes

You dare not make the lady cry, y’know

Revenge is swift and sticky and

Yes, she may have one of these

And yes, she may have one of those

Rings for fingers, and a kiss for her nose and

She will have music wherever she goes

The lady dines like a moviestar

Oh, we count our cash in some backstreet bar

But it don’t matter where we are

You know those heads turn 'round when she walks in

A borrowed room, or a fine hotel

You might find heaven and ya' might find hell

The lady fits her blue jeans so well, you know

She’ll hurt ya' but she’ll help ya' too and

Yes, she may have one of these

And yes, she may have one of those

Rings for fingers, and a kiss for her nose and

She will have music wherever that lady goes

She will have music wherever she goes