Blue Jeans Sky Ferreira
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[Verse 1]
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room and boy you made 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
But 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
[Chorus]
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
I will love you 'til the end of time
[Verse 2]
Big dreams, gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like, "No, please, stay here
We don't need no money, we can make it all work"
But he headed out on Sunday, said he'd come home Monday
I stayed up waiting, anticipating and pacing
But he was chasin' paper
Caught up in the game, that was the last I heard
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room and boy you made 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
But 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
[Chorus]
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
I will love you 'til the end of time
[Verse 2]
Big dreams, gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like, "No, please, stay here
We don't need no money, we can make it all work"
But he headed out on Sunday, said he'd come home Monday
I stayed up waiting, anticipating and pacing
But he was chasin' paper
Caught up in the game, that was the last I heard
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