Blue Jeans. White Shirt.
Walked into the room,
you know you made my eyes burn.
you know you made my eyes burn.
It was like, James Dean.
For sure.
You're so fresh to death,
and sick as ca- cancer.
Lana Del Rey. Drama Queen with dark heart attitude. Love the lyrics, love the vintage edge of her music. This one is a keeper.
You were sorta punk rock. I grew up on hip hop.
But you fit me beter than my favourite sweater.
And I know that love is mean, And love hurts.
But I still remember that day we met in December...
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