Blue jeans, white shirt

Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn

It was like, James Dean, for sure

You're so fresh to death & sick as cancer

You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop

But you fit me better than my favourite 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 till 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, oh baby, say you'll remember

I will love you till the end of time

(Lana del Rey)