Blue jeans, white shirt,
Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn,
It was like James Dean, for sure,
You're so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer.
You were sort a punk rock, I grew up on hip-hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater,
And I know that love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day
We met in December,
I will love you till the end of time,
I would wait a million years.
Promise you'll remember that you're mine.
Baby, can you see through the tears,
Love you more than those bitches before.
Say you'll remember,
Оh, baby, say you'll remember.
I will love you till the end of time…
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