Tekster: Sammy Hagar. Street Machine. Plain Jane.

She falls somewhere in-between
Levi's and Vogue Magazine
She doesn't paint on her face
But what she does she does with taste

And you can call her Plain Jane
But she's drivin' me insane

Plain Jane, oh yeah
You're drivin' me insane
Plain Jane, oh, let me love you baby, yeah

She kisses with her lips so tight
Ooh, it hit's me just like dynamite
Her sweet, simple innocence
Makes everyone else seem like past tense

And you can call her Plain Jane
But she's drivin' me insane

Plain Jane, yeah, yeah, yeah
You're drivin' me insane, oh
Plain Jane, heave-ho, oh
Let me love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you, love you

Takes a special kind of man
To love and understand
My Plain Jane, my Plain Jane
Talkin' 'bout my baby

My Plain Jane, oh yea
Plain Jane, uh-huh, my
Plain Jane, ain't no body else no
Plain Jane, tellin' you
You're drivin' me insane

Her smile comes on insecure
But her eyes, they let you know for sure
Oh, you gotta look hard and deep
Her kind of lovin', it don't come cheap, no

And you can call her Plain Jane
But she's drivin' me insane

My Plain Jane, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You're drivin' me insane
Plain Jane, I just, what's so bad?
I wanna love you, love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you

Plain Jane, I'm talkin' 'bout my
Plain Jane, yeah, yeah, she's my baby
Plain Jane, see her walkin' down the street
And I just wanna love you

My Plain Jane, come here baby
Plain Jane, now, come here baby
Plain Jane, there ain't nobody else, no
And I'm gonna love you, love you
Love you, love you, love you, love you

Plain Jane, Plain Jane
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah