Lana Del Rey - Blue Jeans

By Lana Del Rey

Duration: 4:15

Album: Born To Die (2012)

Lyrics

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 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

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