
Blue Jeans Lyrics - Lana Del Rey
Blue jeans, white shirtWalked into the room, you know you made my eyes burnIt was like, James Dean, for sureYou're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancerYou were sorta Punk Rock, I grew up on Hip-HopBut you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I knowThat love is mean, oh-oh, and love hurts, oh-ohBut I still remember that day we met in DecemberOh, b...