Lyrics

I thought you were a James Dean rebel without a cause One hand in the pocket of your blue jeans Leanin' up against the wall Like cigarette smoke and old school matches I would've looked good in your leather jacket I thought you were a James Dean rebel without a cause If this were a movie I would be your love interest You'd steal a car, steal my heart right into the wild sunset Dancin' on the edge of no tomorrow We would've raised hell in that El Dorado If this were a movie I would be your love interest Instead you picked Plain Jane Little miss what's her name? When you could've had fire You could've have crazy Talkin' breakup, make-out, kissin' in the backseat Dang I was hopin' I could drive you insane Bet your heart'll be kicking your brain Oh, what a shame You picked Plain Jane Plain, Plain, Plain, Jane, Jane, Jane I thought she was the harmless goody goody girl next door That dime a dozen kind of pretty that you've seen before The opposite of what you said you wanted A Barbie doll made in mass production I thought she was the harmless goody goody girl next door So why'd you picked Plain Jane Little miss what's her name? When you could've had fire You could've have crazy Talkin' breakup, makeup, kissin' in the backseat Dang I was hopin' I could drive you insane Bet your heart'll be kicking your brain Oh, what a shame You picked Plain Jane Plain, Plain, Plain, Jane, Jane, Jane Your cool turned to khakis Your Chucks turned to loafers That jacket's a cardigan around your shoulders The rebel inside you has withered and died And I cringe at the sight of the new you I'm glad you picked Plain Jane Little miss what's her name? When you could've had fire You could've have crazy Talkin' breakup, makeup, kissin' in the backseat Dang I was hopin' I could drive you insane Bet your heart'll be kicking your brain Oh, what a shame You picked Plain Jane Plain, Plain, Plain, Jane, Jane, Jane
Writer(s): Ben Stennis, Maggie Chapman, John Hill, Luke Laird Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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