Dem jeans
Dem jeans
Dem jeans
Lord have mercy, dem jeans
The way they hug your hips
Follow the curves of your bodacious ass
No man can resist when you pass
Heads turn
Eyes pop out
Jaws drop
Mouth wide open
Was god a genius?
When he inspire man to created jeans
Did he have the foresight to see?
How fine that ass would look in dem jeans to me
You wear them like a second skin
Any man wishes he could get in
So you keep walking in dem jeans
Working dem the way you do
But don’t be surprise if you caught me
Looking out the corners of my eyes
At you in dem jeans
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