Борь, я написал стихи для тебя!
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 & sick as ca-cancer. You were sort a 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...
I will love you till 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, Love you more than those bitches before. Say you'll remember, Оh, baby, say you'll remember. I will love you till the end of time... |