Trousers
she wears the trousers on a Monday morningshe wears them when she goes to schoolshe wears the trousers when she's on her way homeshe wears them out with her friends too
she wears them when she wears a short skirtshe wears them when she eats her foodshe wears them when she’s kissing strangersin a club at quarter to two
she'll wear them when she’s nakedbut she'll never wear them just for youher jeans are never fadedif you know, you know what I meanshe can wear them rolled uplow or high cutwhatever she wants to choosebut she’ll wear them how she wants to
they'll follow her in to the officethey'll follow her when she goes to votethey’ll follow her when gets the paychequefrom the company she owns
they’re ever changing and ever growingthey’re always underneath her clothesand if you ask her where to find themwell it’s unlikely that she’ll know
she'll wear them when she’s nakedbut she'll never wear them just for youthey’re silent but they’re sacredif you know, you know what I meanshe can wear them rolled downblue or dark brownwhatever she wants to choosebut she’ll wear them how she wants toshe'll wear them how she wants to