Make-up & Faded Blue Jeans - Creed Fisher

In downtown Modesto, I was working the Holiday Inn

I was sick with a gig that would last us throughout the weekend

I was singing a new song I’d wrote on the way into town

When she came in the front door and found her a place to sit down

Hey, I knew right away that she liked the words to my song

Cause she stared at my git guitar and followed my fingers too long

And she had the likeness of a girl I had seen in my dreams

But lights can do wonders with make-up and faded blue jeans

And the last thing I needed was somebody messing up my mind

So I found a hundred reasons for looking away one more time

She could cause me to sing bad and fall out of love with guitar

And blow all my chances at being a big singing star

With one passing glance, I could tell she was young for her age

Yeah she got to looking better as she got down closer to the stage

And as she sipped on her wine, I knew just the kind she would be

And somehow I knew she was here to do bad things to me

And the last thing I needed was somebody messing up my mind

So I found a hundred reasons for looking away one more time

She could cause me to sing bad and fall out of love with guitar

And blow all my chances at being a big singing star

She could cause me to sing bad and fall out of love with guitar

And blow all my chances at being a big singing star