Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room bạn know bạn 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 bạn fit me better than my yêu thích sweater, and I know
That tình yêu is mean, and tình yêu hurts
But I still remember that ngày we met in December, oh baby!
I will tình yêu bạn till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can bạn see through the tears?
Love bạn more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will tình yêu bạn till the...
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