.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 and sick as ca-cancer>You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater>And I know
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