آهنگهای Lana Del Rey

Cinnamon in my teethFrom your kissYou’re touching meAll the pills that you takeViolet, blue, green, red to keep meAt arm’s length don’t workYou try to push me outBut I just find my way back inViolet, ادامه مطلب

LoveI said real love, it’s like feeling no fearWhen you’re standing in the face of danger‘Cause you just want it so muchA touchFrom your real loveIt’s like heaven taking the place of something evilAnd lettin’ ادامه مطلب

Share my body and my mind with youThat’s all over nowDid what I had to do‘Cause you’re so far past me nowShare my body and my life with youThat’s way over nowThere’s not anymore I ادامه مطلب

You don’t ever have to be stronger than you really areWhen you’re lying in my arms, babyYou don’t ever have to go faster than your fastest paceOr faster than my fastest cars I shouldn’t have ادامه مطلب

[Verse 1]Darlin’, darlin’ doesn’t have a problemLyin’ to herself ’cause her liquor’s top shelfIt’s alarming, honestly, how charming she can beFooling everyone, telling ’em she’s having fun [Pre-Chorus]She says, “You don’t wanna be like meDon’t ادامه مطلب

There’s somethin’ in the wind, I can feel it blowin’ inIt’s comin’ in softlyOn the wings of a bombThere’s somethin’ in the wind, I can feel it blowin’ inIt’s comin’ in hotlyAnd it’s comin’ in ادامه مطلب

Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past If all time is eternally presentAll time is unredeemableWhat might have been is an abstractionRemaining a perpetual possibilityOnly ادامه مطلب

… I’m on the run with you, my sweet loveThere’s nothing wrong contemplating GodUnder the chemtrails over the country clubWearing our jewels in the swimming poolMe and my sister just playing it coolUnder the chemtrails over ادامه مطلب

Every Saturday night I get dressed up to ride for you, babyCruising down the street on Hollywood and Vine for you, babyI drive fast, wind in my hair, push it to the limits ’cause I ادامه مطلب

Ta-da-da-da-da-da-daTa-da-da-da-da-da-daDa-da-da-da-da-da-da They say I’m too young to love youI don’t know what I needThey think I don’t understandThe freedom land of the seventies I think I’m too cool to know yaYou say I’m like the ادامه مطلب