Down on the corner, by the traffic light, everybody's lookin', as she goes by, they turn their heads and they, watch her she's
Lord have mercy, Baby's got her blue jeans on!
Up by the bus stop, and across the street, open up their windows, to take a peek, while she goes walking, rockin' like a rollin' stone.
Heaven help us, baby's her blue jeans on!
[CHORUS] can't help it if she's made that way, she's not be blamed if they look her way, she ain't really tryin' to cause a scene, it just comes naturally, nah , the girl can't it.
Well up on main street, by the taxi stand, there's a of people, and a traffic jam, she don't look back, she ain't doin' nothing' wrong,
Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on!
She can't help it if she's that way, she's not to blame if they look her way, ain't really tryin' to cause a scene, it just comes naturally, aw, the girl can't help it.
Down on the corner, by the traffic light, everybody's lookin', as she goes by, turn their heads and they, watch her till she's gone.
Lord mercy, Baby's got her blue jeans on! Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on!