Batatas me acudam 'o'

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 favourite sweater - and I know That love is mean, and love hurts But I still remember that day we met in december - oh baby!

I've seen the world 

Done it all, had my cake now 

Diamonds, brilliant, and Bel-Air now 

Hot summer nights mid July 

When you and I were forever wild 

The crazy days, the city lights 

The way you'd play with me like a child 

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful 

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul 

I know you will, I know you will 

And all the ways I got to know Your pretty face and electric soul