Lyrics

Breakfast in bed;
Tears on your pillow
Brush away the crumbs;
Dry your little eyes
You wish you were dead
Oh why didn't he show
Girl, don't be so dumb,
He isn't being shy

You say his love's a drug
That you can't refuse
But maybe you could use
A substitute

Blue Jean what's the matter
Your heart's torn and tattered
Let me make it better
Blue Jean what's the matter

Tickets for one;
A table for just you
God, he's really late;
Maybe it's the rain
Taxi back home
A cigarette or two
Have another drink,
The TV's on again

He's got you playing
lots of solitaire
Why don't you show your hand
To someone who cares

Blue Jean what's the matter
Your heart's torn and tattered
Let me make it better
Blue Jean what's the matter

Blue Jean what's the matter
Your heart's torn and tattered
Let me make it better
Blue Jean what's the matter