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 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! 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, oh baby, say you'll remember, i will love you till the end of time.
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