on your path Sylvia Plathdon't fall away like all

Lana Del in the summerDon't be a bummer, babeHmm,

so hot that they turn bluePalms reflecting in your

Snow is coming down like rainI'm at it myself againA little

I look out my windowMany sights to seeAnd

tropic, dark, and a bottle of jack in the

was loungin' at the Chateau MarmontGlimmerin' by the swimmin'

honeyWhat ya doin'?I been hula-hoopin' waiting for you, aahWhoa

down, downMm, uh-huhHuh, let's you got her in

ooh-ooh-oohMm-mm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oohCome on, come hope you remember me

the good life, full of funSeems to be the

jeans, white shirtWalked into the room, you know youIt was

1: Lana Del fire, cinnamon on my teethAnd I'm

I look back, tracing fingertips over plastic bagsThinking, "I

no busco el amor esta nocheSi quieres ser mi

Hold me in your arms, I'm not gonna hurt you,

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

Tropic Dark and a bottle of JackIn the Cadillac,

stare, don't care with my head in my handsThinking

would you do if I told youYou made me