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!
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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