LANA DEL REY LYRICS
album: "Ultraviolence" (2014)
LANA DEL REY Cruel World LYRICS
Share my body and my mind with you,
That's all over now.
Did what I had to do,
'Cause it's so far past me now.
Share my body and my life with you,
That's way over now.
There's not more I can do,
You're so famous now.
Got your bible, got your gun,
And you like to party and have fun.
And I like my candy and your women,
I'm finally happy now that you're gone.
Put my little red party dress on,
Everybody knows that I'm the best, I'm crazy.
Get a little bit of bourbon in ya,
Get a little bit suburban and go crazy.
Because you're young, you're wild, you're free,
You're dancin' circles around me,
You're fuckin' crazy.
Oh, oh, you're crazy for me.
I shared my body and my mind with you,
That's all over now.
I did what I had to do,
I found another anyhow.
Share my body and my mind with you,
That's all over now.
I did what I had to do,
I could see you leaving now.
I got your bible and your gun,
And you love to party and have fun.
And I love your women and all of your heroin,
And I'm so happy now that you're gone.
Put my little red party dress on,
Everybody knows that I'm a mess, I'm crazy, yeah-yeah.
Get a little bit of bourbon in ya,
Go a little bit suburban and go crazy, yeah-yeah.
Because you're young, you're wild, you're free,
You're dancin' circles around me,
You're fuckin' crazy.
Oh, oh, you're crazy for me.
Got your bible and your gun,
You like your women and you like fun.
I like my candy and your heroin,
And I'm so happy, so happy now you're gone.
Put my little red party dress on,
Everybody knows that I'm a mess, I'm crazy, yeah-yeah.
Get a little bit of bourbon in ya,
Get a little bit suburban and go crazy, yeah-yeah.
'Cause you're young, you're wild, you're free,
You're dancin' circles around me,
You're fuckin' crazy.
Oh, oh, you're crazy for me.
Oh, oh, you're crazy for me.
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Blake Stranathan
Copyright: BMG Platinum Songs, BMG Platinum Songs Us, Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, Blake Lee Music
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LANA DEL REY Ultraviolence LYRICS
He used to call me DN
That stood for deadly nightshade
Cause I was filled with poison
But blessed with beauty and rage
Jim told me that
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
Jim brought me back
Reminded me of when we were kids
With his ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence
He used to call me poison
Like I was poison ivy
I could have died right there
Cause he was right beside me
Jim raised me up
He hurt me but it felt like true love
Jim taught me that
Loving him was never enough
With his ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence
We could go back to New York
Loving you was really hard
We could go back to Woodstock
Where they don't know who we are
Heaven is on earth
I will do anything for you, babe
Blessed is this, this union
Crying tears of gold, like lemonade
I love you the first time
I love you the last time
Yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines
Cause I'm your jazz singer
And you're my cult leader
I love you forever,
I love you forever
With his ultraviolence
(lay me down tonight)
Ultraviolence
(in my linen and curls)
Ultraviolence
(lay me down tonight)
Ultraviolence
(Riviera girls)
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Daniel Law Heath
Copyright: Yorkshire Moors, Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, Songs Of Smp
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LANA DEL REY Shades Of Cool LYRICS
My baby lives in shades of blue
Blue eyes and jazz and attitude
He lives in California too
He drives a Chevy Malibu
And when he calls
He calls for me and not for you
He lives for love, he loves his drugs
He loves his baby too
But I can't fix him, can't make him better
And I can't do nothing about this strange weather
But you are unfixable
I can't break through your world
'Cause you live in shades of cool
Your heart is unbreakable
My baby lives in shades of cool
Cool heart, and hands and aptitude
He lives for love, for women, too
I'm one of many, one is blue
And when he calls
He calls for me and not for you
He prays for love, he prays for peace
And maybe someone new
But I can't help him, can't make him better
And I can't do nothing about his strange weather
'Cause you are unfixable
I can't break through your world
'Cause you live in shades of cool
Your heart is unbreakable
(You're hot, hot, weather in the summer
High, high, neglectful lover
Hot, hot, weather in the summer
High, a bird flew over
You're crumbling, sadly
I'm sorry
You're gone with me)
You are unfixable
I can't break through your world
'Cause you live in shades of cool
Your heart is unbreakable
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Rick Nowels
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, Emi April Music Inc., R-rated Music
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LANA DEL REY Brooklyn Baby LYRICS
They say I'm too young to love you
I don't know what I need
They think I don't understand
The freedom land of the seventies
I think I'm too cool to know ya
You say I'm like the ice I freeze
I'm churning out novels like
Beat poetry on Amphetamines
I say
I say
Well, my boyfriend's in a band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
And my jazz collection's rare
I can play most anything
I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby
They say I'm too young to love you
They say I'm too dumb to see
They judge me like a picture book
By the colors, like they forgot to read
I think we're like fire and water
I think we're like the wind and sea
You're burning up, I'm cooling down
You're up, I'm down
You're blind, I see
But I'm free
I'm free
Well, my boyfriend's in a band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get down to Beat poetry
And my jazz collection's rare
I can play most anything
I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm talking about my generation
Talking about that newer nation
And if you don't like it
You can beat it
Beat it, baby
You never liked the way I said it
If you don't get it, then forget it
So I don't have to fucking explain it
And my boyfriend's in a band
He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed
I've got feathers in my hair
I get high on hydroponic weed
And my jazz collection's rare
I get down to beat poetry
I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby
Yeah my boyfriend's pretty cool
But he's not as cool as me
Cause I'm a Brooklyn baby
I'm a Brooklyn baby
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Barrie James O'neill, Barry James O'neill
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, BMG Gold Songs
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LANA DEL REY West Coast LYRICS
Down on the West Coast they got a sayin'
"If you're not drinkin' then you're not playin'."
But you've got the music, you've got the music in you, don't you?
Down on the West Coast I get this feeling
Like it all could happen that's why I'm leaving
You for the moment, you for the moment, Boy Blue, yeah, you
Your flyin' high at the show, I'm feeling hot to the touch
You say you'll miss me the most, I say I'll miss you so much
But something keeps me really quiet, I'm alive, I'm a-lush
Your love, your love, my love
I can see my baby swingin'
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up
On the balcony and I'm singing
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love
I can see my sweet boy swayin'
He's crazy y Cubano como yo, my love
On the balcony and I'm saying
Move baby, move baby, I'm in love
I'm in love (I'm in love)
I'm in love (I'm in love)
Down on the West Coast, they got their icons
Their silver starlets, their Queens of Saigons
And you've got the music, you've got the music in you, don't you?
Down on the West Coast, they love their movies
Their golden gods, and rock and roll groupies
And you've got the music, you've got the music in you, don't you?
You push it hard, I pull away, I'm feeling hotter than fire
I guess that no one ever really made me feel that much higher
Te deseo, cariño, boy, it's you I desire
Your love, your love, my love
I can see my baby swingin'
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up
On the balcony and I'm singing
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love
I can see my sweet boy swayin'
He's crazy y Cubano como yo, my love
On the balcony and I'm saying
Move baby, move baby, I'm in love
I can see my baby swingin'
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up
On the balcony and I'm singing
Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, I'm in love
I can see my sweet boy swayin'
He's crazy y Cubano como yo, my love
On the balcony and I'm saying
Move baby, move baby, I'm in love
I'm in love
I'm in love
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Rick Nowels
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, R-rated Music
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LANA DEL REY Sad Girl LYRICS
Being a mistress on the side,
It might not appear to fools like you.
Creeping around on the side
Might not be somethin' you would do.
But you haven't seen my man,
You haven't seen my man,
You haven't seen my man,
You haven't seen him.
He's got the fire and he walks with fame,
He's got the fire and he talks with fame.
His bonnie on the side, bonnie on the side,
Makes me so sad, girl.
His money on the side, money on the side,
Makes me so sad, girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl.
Being a bad bitch on the side,
Might not appeal to fools like you.
We been around while he gets high,
It might not be somethin' you would do.
But you haven't seen my man,
You haven't seen my man,
You haven't seen my man,
You haven't seen him.
He's got the fire and he walks with fame,
He's got the fire and he talks with fame.
His bonnie on the side, bonnie on the side,
Makes me so sad, girl.
His money on the side, money on the side,
Makes me so sad, girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl.
Watch what you say to me,
Careful who you're talkin' to.
Watch what you say to me,
Careful who you're talkin' to.
I'm on fire, baby, I'm on fire.
He's got the fire and he walks with fame,
He's got the fire and he talks with fame.
His bonnie on the side, bonnie on the side,
Makes me so sad, girl.
His money on the side, money on the side,
Makes me so sad, girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl, I'm a sad girl.
I'm a sad girl, I'm a bad girl, I'm a bad girl.
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Rick Nowels
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, Emi April Music Inc., R-rated Music
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LANA DEL REY Pretty When You Cry LYRICS
All the pretty stars shine for you, my love.
Am I that girl that you dream of?
All those little times you said that I'm your girl.
You make me feel like your whole world.
I'll wait for you, babe,
It's all I do, babe,
Don't come through, babe,
You never do.
Because I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
All those special times I spent with you, my love,
They don't mean shit compared to all your drugs.
But I don't really mind I've got much more than that.
Like my memories, I don't need that.
I'll wait for you, babe,
You don't come through, babe,
You never do, babe,
That's just what you do.
Because I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
Don't say you need me when
You leave and you leave again.
I'm stronger than all my men,
Except for you.
Don't say you need me here,
You leave us, you're leaving,
I can't do it, I can't do it,
But you do it well.
'Cause I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
Pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
Pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
I'm pretty when I cry.
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Blake Stranathan
Copyright: BMG Platinum Songs, BMG Platinum Songs Us, Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, Blake Lee Music
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LANA DEL REY Money Power Glory LYRICS
You say that you wanna go
To a land that's far away
How are we supposed to get there
With the way that we're living today?
You talk lots about God
Freedom comes from the call
But that's not what this bitch wants
Not what I want at all
I want money, power and glory
I want money and all your power, all your glory
Hallelujah, I wanna take you for all that you got
Hallelujah, I'm gonna take them for all that they got
The sun also rises,
On those who fail the call
My life, it comprises,
Of losses and wins and fails and falls
I can do it if you really, really like that
I know what you really want, b-b-b-b-baby
I can do it if you think you like that
You should run, boy, run
I want money, power and glory
I want money and all your power, all your glory
Hallelujah, I wanna take you for all that you got
Hallelujah, I'm gonna take them for all that they got
Dope and diamonds, dope and diamonds, diamonds.
Dope and diamonds, dope and diamonds, that's all that I want.
Dope and diamonds, dope and diamonds, diamonds.
Dope and diamonds, dope and diamonds, diamonds.
I want money, power and glory
I want money and all your power, all your glory
Hallelujah, I wanna take you for all that you got
Hallelujah, I'm gonna take them for all that they got
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, Emi April Music Inc., Kurstin Music
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LANA DEL REY Fucked My Way Up To The Top LYRICS
Life is awesome, I confess
What I do, I do best.
You got nothing, I got tested
And I passed, yes.
Lay me down tonight in my linen and curls
Lay me down tonight, Riviera girls.
I fucked my way up to the top,
This is my show.
I fucked my way up to the top,
Go, baby, go.
Go, go, go, go, go,
This is my show.
Go, go, go, go, go,
This is my show.
I'm a dragon, you're a whore,
Don't even know what you're good for.
Mimickin' me's a fuckin' bore
To me, but babe.
Lay me down tonight in my diamonds and pearls
Tell me something like I'm your favourite girl.
I fucked my way up to the top,
This is my show.
I fucked my way up to the top,
Go, baby, go.
Go, go, go, go, go,
This is my show.
Go, go, go, go, go,
This is my show.
Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby
Need you, baby, more, more, more, more.
Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby
Fuckin' need you, baby, more, more, more, more.
Lay me down tonight in my linen and curls,
Lay me down tonight, I'm your favourite girl.
I fucked my way up to the top,
This is my show.
I fucked my way up to the top,
Go, baby, go.
Go, go, go, go, go,
This is my show.
Go, go, go, go, go,
This is my show.
Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby
I need you, baby, more, more, more, more.
Need you, baby, like I breathe you, baby, ah, ah.
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Daniel Law Heath
Copyright: Yorkshire Moors, Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, Songs Of Smp
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LANA DEL REY Old Money LYRICS
Blue hydrangea, cold cash, divine,
Cashmere, cologne and white sunshine.
Red racing cars, Sunset and Vine,
The kids were young and pretty.
Where have you been? Where did you go?
Those summer nights seem long ago,
And so is the girl you used to call,
The Queen of New York City.
But if you send for me you know I'll come,
And if you call for me you know I'll run.
I'll run to you, I'll run to you, I'll run, run, run.
I'll come to you, I'll come to you, I'll come, come, come.
Ohh, Ohh.
Ahh, Ahh.
The power of youth is on my mind,
Sunsets, small town, I'm out of time.
Will you still love me when I shine,
From words but not from beauty?
My father's love was always strong,
My mother's glamour lives on and on,
Yet still inside I felt alone,
For reasons unknown to me.
But if you send for me you know I'll come,
And if you call for me you know I'll run.
I'll run to you, I'll run to you, I'll run, run, run.
I'll come to you, I'll come to you, I'll come, come, come.
Ohh, Ohh.
Ahh, Ahh.
And if you call, I'll run, run, run,
If you change your mind, I'll come, come, come.
Ohh, Ohh.
Ahh, Ahh.
Blue hydrangea, cold cash, divine,
Cashmere, cologne and hot sunshine.
Red racing cars, Sunset and Vine,
And we were young and pretty.
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Nino Rota, Daniel Law Heath
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, Yorkshire Moors, Songs Of Smp, Sony/ATV Harmony
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LANA DEL REY The Other Woman LYRICS
The other woman has time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere
The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere
And when her old man comes to call
He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen
'Cause to be by her side it's such a change from old routine
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman will spend her life alone, alone
Alone
Writer(s): Curtis Richardson, Simone Hines, Sir Scratch
Copyright: Jumping Bean Songs LLC
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LANA DEL REY Black Beauty LYRICS
I paint my nails black,
I dye my hair a darker shade of brown
'Cause you like your women Spanish, dark, strong and proud
I paint the sky black
You said if you could have your way
You'd make a night time all today
So it'd suit the mood of your soul
Oh, what can I do?
Nothing, my sparrow blue
Oh, what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue
Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you
Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh
I paint the house black
My wedding dress black leather too
You have no room for light
Love is lost on you
I keep my lips red
To seem like cherries in the spring
Darling, you can't let everything
Seem so dark blue
Oh, what can I do?
To turn you on or get through you
Oh, what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue
Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you
Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, ah ah
Black beauty, ah ah
Black beauty, ah ah ah ah
Black beauty, baby
Black beauty, baby
Oh, what can I do?
Life is beautiful but you don't have a clue
Sun and ocean blue
Their magnificence, it don't make sense to you
Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh
Black beauty, oh oh oh
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Barrie James O'neill, Rick Nowels, Barry James O'neill
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, BMG Gold Songs, R-rated Music
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LANA DEL REY Guns And Roses LYRICS
Mm, heavy metal love of mine,
I should've learned to let you stay.
You didn't want me all the time,
But you were worth it anyway.
'Cause you were so much better,
Than the rest of them,
Out of all the others,
You were the honest man.
He loved guns and roses,
Guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
Roses, roses.
Motorcycle love, divine,
I should've learned to let you play.
I wasn't the marryin' kind,
I should've done it anyway.
We should've left Las Vegas,
And then began again.
To kill thy king, Detroit,
Back to the promised land.
He loved guns and roses,
Guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
Roses, roses.
I can feel it comin' in the air tonight,
See you workin' on that blue Pacific,
I can see you bathing in the summer light,
Turnin' tan, and you left terrific
You got game, boy, game, boy
You got game, boy, game, boy
You got game, boy, game, boy
You got game
He loved guns and roses,
Guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
Roses, roses.
He loved guns and roses,
Guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
He loved guns and roses,
Roses, (roses), roses, (roses)
Roses, roses, roses.
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Rick Nowels
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, Emi April Music Inc., R-rated Music
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LANA DEL REY Florida Kilos LYRICS
White lines, pretty baby, tattoos,
Don't know what they mean,
They're special, just for you.
White palms, baking powder on the stove,
Cookin' up a dream,
Turnin' diamonds into snow.
I feel you, pretty baby, feel me,
Turn it up hot, lovin' you is free.
I like it down, like it down way low,
But you already know that, you already know.
Come on down to Florida,
I got somethin' for ya.
We could see the kilos,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns in the summertime,
Drink a cherry cola lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be by my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And all the dope FIENDS
Yayo, yayo, yayo.
Sun in my mouth and gold hoops,
You like your little baby,
Like you like your drinks cool.
White lines, pretty daddy gold skin,
You snort it like a champ,
Like the winter we're not in.
Come on down to Florida,
I got somethin' for ya.
We could see the kilos,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns in the summertime,
Drink a cherry cola lime.
Prison isn't nothin' to me,
If you'll be by my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And all the dope FIENDS
Yayo, yayo, yayo.
We could get high in Miami,
Ooh, dance the night away.
People never die in Miami,
Ooh, that's what they all say.
(You believe me, don't you, baby?)
Come on down to Florida,
I got somethin' for ya.
We could see the kilos,
On the keys, baby, oh yeah.
Guns in the summertime,
Chica cherry cola lime.
Prison don't mean nothin' to me,
If you'll be by my side.
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Floridians say,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
All the Colombians say,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
And all my girlfriends,
Yayo, yayo, yayo,
That's how I do it like.
Mm, oh, pretty baby,
White lines, pretty baby,
Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah,
Dance the night away.
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh
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LANA DEL REY Is This Happiness LYRICS
High up in the Hollywood Hills taking violet pills
Writing all of my songs about my cheap thrills
You're a hard man to love and I'm
A hard woman to keep track of
You like to rage, don't do that
You want your way, you make me so mad
Got your gun, I've got my dad
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
High up in the Hollywood Hills crushing violet pills
You've been trying to write a novel about your cheap thrills
You think you're Hunter S. Thompson
I think you're fucking crazy as the day's long
Man to man, heart to heart
I love you but you drive me so far
Wish you well on that star
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Witch Hazel, Witch Hazel
Betrayal, betrayal
One gun on the table
Headshot if you're able
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Is this happiness?
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Rick Nowels
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, R-rated Music
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LANA DEL REY Flipside LYRICS
Are you gonna hurt me now?
Or are you gonna hurt me later?
Are you gonna go to town?
Maybe you should play it safer
You've got me all dressed up tonight
Springsteen on the radio
You've got me all freaked out tonight
Somethin' you're tellin' me, what? I don't know
You don't wanna break me down
You don't wanna say goodbye and
You don't wanna turn around
You don't wanna make me cry but
You caught me once
Maybe on the flipside I could catch you again
You caught me once
Maybe on the flipside you could catch me again
Drinks on the patio
Are you gonna tell me now?
Are you gonna tell me later?
Cause if you think that I don't know
I'm gonna have to say you're crazy
I'm getting all dressed up tonight
Dressed up just to hear you, boy
I already know what you got in store
Why I go, baby, I don't know
You don't wanna break me down
You don't wanna say goodbye and
You don't wanna turn around
You don't wanna make me cry but
You caught me once
Maybe on the flipside I could catch you again
You caught me once
Maybe on the flipside you could catch me again
So you think you're in charge?
Do you?
Actin' like a big shot
I'm sure
So you think you're in charge?
Do you?
You're actin' like a big shot
You don't wanna break me down
You don't wanna say goodbye and
You don't wanna turn around
You don't wanna make me cry but
You caught me once
Maybe on the flipside I could catch you again
You caught me once
Maybe on the flipside you could catch me again
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Blake Stranathan
Copyright: BMG Platinum Songs, BMG Platinum Songs Us, Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, Blake Lee Music
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LANA DEL REY West Coast (Radio Mix) LYRICS
Down on the West Coast, they got a sayin'
"If you're not drinking, then you're not playin"
But you've got the music, you've got the music in you
Don't you,
Down on the West Coast, I get this feeling like
It all could happen, that's why I'm leaving you for the music,
You for the music it's true, It's true
I push it hard, you pull away, I'm feeling hotter than fire,
I'm feeling like there's no one else that brings me higher than higher,
Te deseo careno, boy it's you I desire,
Your love, your love, your love
I can see my baby swinging,
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up,
On the balcony and I'm singing,
Ooh baby, Ooh baby, I'm in love
I can see my sweet boy swaying
hes crazy y cubano como yo l-love
On the balcony and I'm sayin'
move baby move baby I'm in love,
I'm in love, I'm in love
(I'm in love, I'm in love)
Down on the West Coast, they got their icons,
their silver starlets, their queens of Saigons,
but you've got the music, you've got the music in you, don't you,
You pull me close, I push away, I'm feeling hot to the touch,
You say you miss me and I wanna say I miss you so much,
But something keeps me really quiet, I'm alive I'm a lush,
Hold me close and you say, hush baby hush,
I can see my baby swinging,
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up,
On the balcony and I'm singing,
Ooh baby, Ooh baby I'm in love,
I can see my sweet boy swaying,
he's crazy y cubano como yo l-love,
On the balcony and I'm saying,
move baby, move baby I'm in love,
I can see my baby singing,
His Parliament's on fire and his hands are up,
on the balcony and I'm singing,
Ooh baby, Ooh baby, I'm in love,
I can see my sweet boy swaying,
He's crazy y cubano como yo l-love,
On the balcony and I'm saying,
Move baby, move baby, I'm in love,
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
Writer(s): Elizabeth Grant, Rick Nowels
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Germany Gmbh, R-rated Music
