I Just Want Your Jeans - God Help the Girl

Written by：Stuart Murdoch

My room faces north

But the sun's in the south

I am just waking up

To the news of my birth

I am a girl and I'm lucky to be here

Whatever that's worth

Like an ostrich

I lived with my head in the sand

I slipped into corners

I sat on my hands

I learned to stifle

The shouts and the outrage

I'm feeling deep down

With my chains falling off

And the hope in a friend

Cafes and walkaways

Sculptured weekends

I am getting to love my freedom

I am getting to like my surroundings

My room faces north

But the sun's in the south

You are far out of reach

Could I be any worth

To some special person

My mind is unknowing

Of any such luck

So I yell out the window

I answer the mail

My diary is quiet the definitive nail

In my social coffin

I blame all the boffins

For making me fail

For an hour in the park

Or an hour on the couch

With the boy of my choice

If he makes me go ouch

I will swap all my dumb school prizes

I am open to dark surprises

My room faces north

But the sun's in the south

You are far out of reach

Perfect hand perfect mouth

I'll barter my freedom

I'll trade all my medals

Please keep me in dreams

I don't want commitment

I don't want the drama

I just want your jeans

I just want your jeans