Blue jeans, white shirt Walked into the room you know I made your eyes burn I was like James Dean, for sure I'm so fresh to death & sick as ca-ca-cancer I was sorta punk rock, You grew up on hip hop I fit you better than your favorite sweater, You know, that love is mean, love hurts You still remember that day we met in December, oh baby
I will love you 'til the end of time I would wait a million years Promise you'll remember that you're mine Baby can you see through the tears? Love you more, than those bitches before Say you'll remember, say you'll remember, Baby oh I will love you 'til the end of time