Old blue jeans



You walk away from me tonight Not knowing the real me Cuz you believe in all the hype I just took down the magazine Take away the glamour The world let it show And forget everything you know Take away the mirrors, the limos, the lights Cuz I don't wanna dress up tonight

I'm gonna put on my old blue jeans I'm gonna walk outta here into the street Would you put up resistance Would it make a difference Would you know the real me Me and my old blue jeans

You think I'm unnaproachable Bet I don't feel enough She'll read a book cover to cover And not be so quick to judge Take away the glamour, the make up, the clothes And forget everything you know Take away the ego, the trick of the light Cuz I don't wanna dress up tonight

I'm gonna put on my old blue jeans I'm gonna walk outta here into the street Would you put up resistance Would it make a difference Would you know the real me Me and my old blue jeans

I'm gonna put on my old blue jeans I'm gonna walk outta here into the street Would you put up resistance Would it make a difference Would you know the real me Me and my old blue jeans I wanna show you what you get

I'm gonna put on my old blue jeans I'm gonna walk outta here into the street Would you put up resistance Would it make a difference Would you know the real me Me and my old blue jeans

I'm gonna put on my old blue jeans I'm gonna walk out of here into the street Would you put up resistance Would it make a difference Would you know the real me Me and my old blue jeans I'm gonna put on my old blue jeans I'm gonna walk outta here into the street Would you put up resistance Would it make a difference Would you know the real me Me and my old blue jeans

Autor: Hanna Montana