so stay here

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 and sick as ca-cancer
you were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
but you fit me better than my favourite 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 milion years
promise you'll remember that you're mine

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