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 & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my paborito sweater, and I know
That pag-ibig is mean, and pag-ibig hurts
But I still remember that araw we met in December, oh baby!

I will pag-ibig 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, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will pag-ibig you till the...