Wednesday, October 26, 2011

LANA DEL REY- blue jeans

Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, james dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me beter than my favourite sweater, and I know
That luv is mean, and luv hurts
But I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby!

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