You`re not leaving so descreet,
Just creeping out on me.
Your dizzy head, and smoky eyes,
You`ll find some other`s bed to sleep.
So don`t look back, it is too late,
No story to be told.
This creepin` mess you left for me,
Promising that you`d be home.
You don`t know what I mean,
Creepin` Jean`s a disease.
You don`t know what I mean,
Creepin` Jean`s a disease.
You don`t know what I mean,
Creepin` Jean`s a disease.
You don`t know what I mean,
Creepin` Jean`s a disease.
Your dirty friends and underwear,
Keep hanging `round my room.
The lonely pictures that you paint
Are creepin` to their doom.
So don`t look back it is too late,
No story to be told.
These creepin` friends you left for me,
Saying your promise to be home.
You don`t know what I mean,
Creepin` Jean`s a disease.
You don`t know what I mean,
Creepin` Jean`s a disease.
You don`t know what I mean,
Creepin` Jean`s a disease.
You don`t know what I mean,
Creepin` Jean`s a disease.