Вера поет на кухне - Blue Jeans (LDR) | Текст песни

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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 beter
Than my favourite sweater, and I know
That luv is mean, and luv hurts
But I still remember that day
We met in december, oh baby!

I will luv you till the end of time
I would wait a milion years
Promise you'll remember that ur mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Luv you more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will luv you till the end of time

Big dreams,
Gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like: "no please" stay here
We don't need no money we can make it all work
But he headed out on sunday,
Said he'd come home monday
I stayed up waitin, anticipation but he was
Chasing paper
"Caught up in the game" that was the last I heard

He went out every night
And baby that's alright
I told you that no matter what you did I'd be by your side
Cause I'm a ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit at least you tried.
But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died
I told you I wanted more -
But that not what I had in mind
I just want it like before
We were dancin all night
Then they took you away-stole you out of my life
You just need to remember....

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