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 and sick as ca-cancer 

You were sorta 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, oh baby

Love you more

Than those bitches before

Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember

I will love you till the end of time