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

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