More songs by Lana Del Rey
Description
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist, Producer: Lana Del Rey
Recording Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer, Composer Lyricist: Jack Antonoff
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer: Laura Sisk
Recording Second Engineer: Jon Sher
Baritonevocalist: Phillip Peterson
Mastering Engineer: Chris Gehringer
Mastering Second Engineer: Will Quinnell
Lyrics and translation
Original
Goddamn man child.
You fucked me so good that I almost said I love you.
You're fun and you're wild.
But you don't know the half of the shit that you put me through.
Your poetry's bad and you blame the news.
But I can't change that and I can't change your mood.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
'Cause you're just a man. It's just what you do.
Your head in your hands as you're coloring me blue.
Yeah, you're just a man, all through and through.
Your head in your hands as you're coloring me blue.
Blue. Blue.
Blue.
Goddamn man child.
You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two.
Self-loathing poet, resident moral can, you know-it-all.
You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you.
But I don't get bored, I just see it through.
Why wait for the best when I could have you?
You.
'Cause you're just a man. It's just what you do.
Your head in your hands as you're coloring me blue.
Yeah, you're just a man, all through and through.
Your head in your hands as you're coloring me blue.
Blue. Blue.
You make me blue.
Blue.
Make me.
Blue. Blue. Blue.
English translation
Goddamn man child.
You fucked me so good that I almost said I love you.
You're fun and you're wild.
But you don't know the half of the shit that you put me through.
Your poetry's bad and you blame the news.
But I can't change that and I can't change your mood.
Ooh, ooh, ooh.
'Cause you're just a man. It's just what you do.
Your head in your hands as you're coloring me blue.
Yeah, you're just a man, all through and through.
Your head in your hands as you're coloring me blue.
Blue. Blue.
Blue.
Goddamn man child.
You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two.
Self-loathing poet, resident moral can, you know-it-all.
You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you.
But I don't get bored, I just see it through.
Why wait for the best when I could have you?
You.
'Cause you're just a man. It's just what you do.
Your head in your hands as you're coloring me blue.
Yeah, you're just a man, all through and through.
Your head in your hands as you're coloring me blue.
Blue. Blue.
You make me blue.
Blue.
Make me.
Blue. Blue. Blue.