Brushed up?
再挑戦してもっと雰囲気出してみた
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you make my eyes burn
It was like James Dean for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
You fit me better than my favorite sweater
And I know that love is mean, and love hurts
But I 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
Oh baby, ooh, I will love you 'til the end of time
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