the ladies of the canyonWearing black to their house

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

been out on that open roadYou can be my

is my daddyMarilyn's my motherJesus is my bestest friendWe

day, my hoops will be made of diamondsMy knuckles

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Lana Del cherries and an angel's kiss in springMy

You didn’t think about anyone elseYou didn’t think about any of

you've had something, something so beautifulYou'll never be the

are rollin' hardSanta Monica BoulevardBlack tint glass on your

the radio onPut the radio on (hello)I don't wanna know

on the rooftopJust out of earshotLooking at this gangster

and take a walk on the wild sideLet me kiss

to die?Why to die?Why to die?Why to were born

don't call me angelYou ain't got me rightDon't call

Verset 1:Vous goûtez comme le 4 juilletDe l'alcool de malt sur

All right, you caught me, I don't play a good guitarBut

me hard before you goSummertime sadnessI just wanted you to

on the West Coast, they got a sayin'"If you're not

(oh, uh)You can be the bossYou can be the bossYou can