Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room toi know toi 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 toi fit me better than my favori sweater, and I know
That l’amour is mean, and l’amour hurts
But I still remember that jour we met in December, oh baby!

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