17 Ocak 2012 Salı


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!

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