歌手:Lana Del Rey
专辑:《Blue Jeans》

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room
You know you make 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
You were so-
You-you-you-you-you
James Dean for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
James Dean for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
James Dean for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
James Dean for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
Big dreams
Gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like, no please, stay here
We don't need no money, we could make it all work
But he headed out on Sunday, said he'd come home Monday
I stay up waiting, anticipating and pacing
But he was chasing paper
Caught up in the game
It was the last I heard
James Dean for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
James Dean for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
Love you more
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