笨小笨Black Jacket， Jeans歌词由Gavin Amos Junior&stefanie lauw&Amos Cahyadi&Arvid Gunardi&Henry Budidharma演唱，出自专辑《Black Jacket， Jeans》，下面是《Black Jacket， Jeans》完整版歌词！
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Black jacket, jeans, and your hair kinda slicked back,
Right now, I’m telling you a story of how we met,
A quiet afternoon spent at the bibliotheque,
That’s a quick story of how we met.
Said our hellos, shared laughs; I thought, what a great first step,
Butterflies inside, my face must be turning red,
Later that night, he walked me back to my flat,
He said we should meet again, perhaps.
Well, we fell in love, at least that's what I had in mind,
Two years together, lived with each other, thoughts are becoming much like mine,
Still, with his black jacket, jeans, he crossed the line,
I saw him and her kissing at the bar.
We had a fight, his mind's not right, gotta leave him now,
A few years later, he called my cell, but it sure is too late now,
He said he missed the love I gave him. Ah, how sad.
Well, I'm sorry, love. How could I believe that?
