Blue jeans, white shirt,

Walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn,

It was like James Dean, for sure,

You're so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer.

You were sort a 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,

Оh, baby, say you'll remember.

I will love you till the end of time…