Black Jeans - Lucie Silvas

That look in your eyes, it says you got me figured out

Like a stereotype, there’s plenty of us in this town

Ain’t no consolation prize, I hate it when you size me up

Oh, it’s about time you see me with my cards faced up

When I’m wearing my black jeans

Maybe you won’t even recognize me

And you know that I won’t just take a back seat

There’s a side of me that needs reminding

And that’s what makes me feel alive

In my black jeans

Not just another cool kid, trying just to catch your eye

I don’t feel like myself in something somebody else designed

High heels on the pedal, feeling like a drunken night

When I’m wearing my black jeans

Maybe you won’t even recognize me

'Cause you know that I won’t just take a back seat

There’s a side of me that needs reminding

And that’s what makes me feel alive

And that’s what makes me feel alive, oh

And I need you to find me

I’ve been hanging here the whole time

Oh, and nothing fits better

What I am will never go out of style, oh

When I’m wearing my black jeans

Maybe you won’t even recognize me

'Cause you know that I won’t just take a back seat

There’s a side of me that needs reminding

Oh, when I’m wearing my black jeans

Maybe you won’t even recognize me

And you know that I won’t just take a back seat

There’s a side of me that needs reminding

Oh, and that’s what makes me feel alive

And that’s what makes me feel alive

In my black jeans

In my black jeans

In my black jeans

Makes me feel alive

You make me feel alive

(Doo, doo, doo, doo-)

When I’m wearing my black jeans