Plain jane automobile de Plain Jane Automobile

She wore blue jeans
On the scene
Like the pages in a magazine
She’s got long hair
Never stare
You could call but she’ll never be there
She’s at the corner at the café
Filled with adverts and a waiter named Wordsworth

I think that I’m in love with her

My heads empty
Save a few lights
Some cigarette butts and some afternoon fights
I can’t tell you what it means
To lay with the girl in the tight blue jeans

I think that I’m in love with her

Do you know how to get away from her?
Do you know how to survive?

Sad, I should have never let you win

She wore blue jeans
On the scene
Like the pages in a magazine
She’s got long hair
Never stare
You could call but she’ll never be there
She’s at the corner at the café
Filled with adverts and a waiter named Wordsworth
Watching that and rotting her brain
Too much coffee makes her go insane

I think that I’m in love with her

Do you know how to get away from her?
Do you know how to survive?