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Blue Jean Queen

Crowded café ... crowded street

In sunny St. Tropéz

Pretty girl all alone

She likes it best that way

Pays the bills...leaves the table

Her body makes a breeze

Men look up stare and wonder

Who’s that blue jean queen 

Who’s that blue jean queen

Who’s that blue jean queen 

Blue jean queen with a touch of class

Catching your eye

As she floats on by

Like a model from a photograph

Blue jean queen with a touch of class

Acting oh son nonchalant

How I’d love to see her laugh 

Who’s that blue jean queen

Who’s that blue jean queen 

Early morning...day and evening

In her tight blue jeans

Staring eyes following her

Are felt but never seen

So casual yet sophisticated

In a funny way

And one day when it suits the girl

She’s gonna give her heart away

Give her heart away