in the backyard, pull up in your fast carWhistling

move like water sweet baby sweet waitermaking the night

Lana Del it's you it's all for youEverything I

pussy tastes like Pepsi ColaMy eyes are wide like

me up them stairsWith my white socks onAnd my

in the backyard, pull up in your fast carWhistlin'

And I remember when I met him, it was so clear

may changeBut we won't changeIsn't it sweet how we

are rollin' hardSanta Monica BoulevardBlack tint glass on your

jeans, white shirtWalked into the room, you know you

Note: The following are the lyrics of the original songLana's version

my friends tell me I should move onI'm lyin'

devrais rester tout près de JésusGarder cette bouteille à la

Anthem2.0Yea, I don't give a fuck what you want from

Theophilus London & Lana Del feeling's gone, feeling's goneUh

you dance, I'll danceAnd if you don't, I'll dance

used to callHe used to callHe used to call me

in the backyard, pull up in your fast carWhistlin'

on the West coast, they got a sayin'"If you're

Steven fly like railroad ties when I'm with youIn