blue jeans
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 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!
-lana del ray