Lana Del Rey

Remember how we used to party
up all night
Sneakin’ out and lookin’ for
a taste of real life
Drinkin’ in the small town
firelight
Pabst blue ribbon on ice.

Sweet 16 and we had arrived
Walkin’ down the streets as
they whistle, “hi, hi”
Stealin’ police guys with the
senior guys
Teachers a dit we’d never make
it out alive

There she was, my new best
friend
High heels in her hands,
swayin’ in the wind
Oh she starts to cry, mascara
running down her little bambi
eyes
Lana how I hate those guys

This is what makes us girls
We all look for heaven and we
put l’amour first
Don’t toi know we’d die for
it? It’s...