My Jeans
I am a man of simple means
I think it shows here in my jeans
Be they Wrangler, Levi, or Lees
They were simply built to please
Guys you come all shapes and sizes
Skinny guys of fat, fat thighses
Me, I like them in plain blue
Not those ones faded all through
I like them to just fade with time
And soften up till they fit me fine
I don’t go in for black or grey
And fancy stitching just won’t play
And forget about designer jeans
They cost too much by any means
When they get too worn, they’re my work clothes
I can always use a pair of those
And I have always felt this way
It’s in my genes guess you might say
My Jeans by Mdailey
For: Nette Onclaud’s contest – It’s in the Jeans
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