Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room tu know tu 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 tu fit me better than my favorito! sweater, and I know
That amor is mean, and amor hurts
But I still remember that día we met in December, oh baby!

I will amor tu till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can tu see through the tears?
Love tu more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will amor tu till the...