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 c-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 (uh oh) And love hurts (uh oh) But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby

Kiss me hard before you go Summertime sadness I just wanted you to know That baby, you the best I got my red dress on tonight Dancin’ in the dark, in the pale moonlight Done my hair up real big, beauty queen style High heels off, I’m feelin’ alive Oh, my God, I feel it in the air Telephone wires above are sizzlin’ like a snare Honey, I’m on fire, I feel it everywhere