Written by Bob Johnston, Michael Lunn, Donnie Van Zant and Johnny Van Zant
Ah, tell 'em about it Darlin'.
She's a waitress at her corner,
Always dancin' nine-to-five.
Well, she ain't no supermodel,
But I'm here to tell you, she's fine, (Ha, ha.)
She's like the classic girl next door,
There's somethin' 'bout her walk:
There's somethin' that goes off inside,
Each time she starts to talk.
She always gets my business,
I can't wait to ring her bell.
(Ah, I bet you can't Donnie.)
She puts a quarter in the jukebox:
Says she don't kiss an' tell.
The way she wears that dress, (Yeah.)
It's time that I confess:
The music starts an' my heart stops,
Nothin' fancy: she's just got everything.
She's so addicting; she's so amazing:
(Whoa, talk to me, plain Jane.)
She's my plain Jane. (Jane, Jane.)
She said just call me plain Jane.
Whoo, she's my plain Jane.