[Instrumental]

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you make my eyes burn
It was like James Dean for sure

Love is mean, and love hurts
Love is mean, and love hurts

You're so fresh to death and sick as cancer

[?]

Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room, you know you make my eyes burn
It was like James Dean for sure

Love is mean, and love hurts
Love is mean, and love hurts

You're so fresh to death and sick as cancer

[?]