She wears the trousers on a monday morning
She wears them when she goes to school
She wears the trousers when she’s on her way home
She wears them out with her friends too

She wears them when she wears a short skirt
She wears them when she eats her food
She wears them when she’s kissing strangers
In a club at quarter to two

She’ll wear them when she’s naked
But she’ll never wear them just for you
Her jeans are never faded
If you know, you know what I mean

She can wear them rolled up
Low or high cut
Whatever she wants to choose
But she’ll wear them how she wants to

They’ll follow her in to the office
They’ll follow her when she goes to vote
They’ll follow her when she gets the paycheque
From the company she owns

They’re ever changing and ever growing
They’re always underneath her clothes
And if you ask her where to find them
Well it’s unlikely that she’ll know

She’ll wear them when she’s naked
But she’ll never wear them just for you
They’re silent but they’re sacred
If you know, you know what I mean

She can wear them rolled down
Blue or dark brown
Whatever she wants to choose
But she’ll wear them how she wants to

She’ll wear them how she wants to