blue jeans lana del rey lyrics

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 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 (oh oh) and love hurts (oh oh) lyrics dive ed sheeran