12 April, 2012

(Our father, whose arts in Heaven, hollow be thine name)

BLUE JEANS
WHITE SHIRT
WALKED INTO THE ROOM YOU KNOW YOU MADE MY EYES BURN
IT WAS LIKE, JAMES DEAN - FOR SURE
YOUR SO FRESH TO DEATH AND SICK AS CA-CA-CANCER
YOU WERE SORTA PUNK ROCK, I GREW UP ON AIR POP
BUT YOU FIT ME BETTER THAN MY FAVOURITE SWEATER - AND I KNOW
THAT LOVE IS MEAN, AND LOVE HURTS
BUT I STILL REMEMBER THAT DAY WE MET IN DECEMBER - OH BABY!


I WILL LOVE YOU TILL THE END OF TIME
PROBABLY A MILLION YEARS
PROMISE YOU'LL REMEMBER THAT YOUR 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
OH BABY 
I WILL LOVE YOU TILL THE END OF TIME




                                                                                        -Lana Del Rey

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