Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room آپ know آپ 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 آپ fit me better than my پسندیدہ sweater, and I know
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that دن we met in December, oh baby!

I will love آپ till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can آپ see through the tears?
Love آپ more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will love آپ till the...