blue jeans lyrics lana del rey

Blue Jeans. lyrics end of time alan walker Blue jeans, white shirt Walked into the room You know, you made my eyes burn It was like James Dean, for sure You so fresh to death And sick as ca-cancer You were sort'a 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