BLUE JEANS WHITE SHIRT WALKED INTO THE ROOM U KNOW U MADE MY EYES BURN IT WAS LIKE, JAMES DEAN- FOR SURE U SO FRESH TO DEATH & SICK AS CA-CANCER YOU WERE SORTA PUNK ROCK, I GREW UP ON HIP HOP BUT U 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!