Para el texto: “…Pero tengo lo que yo llamo recuerdos implantados esas anécdotas que se comentan en las reuniones, habitualmente en tono jocoso, año tras año…”
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 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 '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?
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 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 '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?