Mel McDaniel - Babys got her blue jeans on

^ADown on the ^Dcorner, ^Aby the traffic ^Dlight ^AEverybody's ^Dlookin' ^Aas she goes ^Dby ^GThey turn their ^Dheads and they ^Gwatch her ^Dtill she's ^Agone ^{D A D E}Lord have mercy, ^Dbaby's got her ^E7blue jeans ^Aon ^{D A D}

^AUp by the ^Dbus stop, and ^Aacross the ^Dstreet ^AOpen up their ^Dwindows ^Ato take a ^Dpeek ^GWhile she goes w^Dalkin' ^Grockin' like a ^Drolling ^Astone ^{D A D E}Heaven help us, ^Dbaby's got her ^E7blue jeans ^Aon ^{D A D}

^F#mShe can't ^Ehelp it if she's ^Dmade that ^Away ^DShe's not to ^Ablame if they ^Dlook her ^Eway ^F#mShe ain't ^Ereally tryin' to ^Dcause a ^Ascene ^DIt just comes natur'^Elly, no the girl can't help it

^AWell up on m^Dain street, ^Aby the taxi ^Dstand ^AThere's a crowd of ^Dpeople an^Ad a traffic ^Djam ^GShe don't look b^Dack, she ain't ^Gdoin' noth^Din' wrong ^{A D A D E}Lord have mercy, ^Dbaby's got her ^E7blue jeans ^Aon ^{D A D}