Blue jeans, white shirt, walked into the room, you know you made my eyes burn. It was like James Dean, for sure. You're so fresh to death and sick as cancer.
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop, but you fit me better than my favourite sweater and I know love is mean and love hurts. But I still remember that fay we met in Decemeber.
Oh baby, I will love you 'til the end of time. I would wait a million years. Promise you'll remmeber that you're mine.
Baby, can you see through the tears?
Love you more than those bitches  before - say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember.
I will love you 'til the end of time.


Blue jeans, Lana Del Ray