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!