++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 .
++Blue Jeans .