More songs by Lana Del Rey
Description
Producer, Vocalist, Background Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Lana Del Rey
Composer Lyricist, Programming Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer: Jack Antonoff
Mixing Engineer, Engineer: Laura Sisk
Recording Second Engineer: Jon Sher
Recording Second Engineer: Derrick Stockwell
Recording Second Engineer: Greg Eliason
Mastering Engineer: Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer: Will Quinnell
Lyrics and translation
Original
Fear fun, fear love. Fresh out of fucks forever.
Trying to be stronger for you.
Ice cream, ice queen. I dream in jeans and leather.
Livestream, I'm sweet for you.
Oh God, miss you on my lips. It's me, your little Venice bitch.
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids, calling out, "Bang bang, kiss kiss.
" You're in the yard, I light the fire, and as the summer fades away, nothing gold can stay.
You write, I tour, we make it work.
You're beautiful and I'm insane. We're American made.
Give me Hallmark.
One dream, one life, one lover.
Paint me happy and blue.
Norman Rockwell. No hype under our covers.
It's just me and you.
Oh God, miss you on my lips. It's me, your little Venice bitch.
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids, calling out, "Bang bang, kiss kiss.
" You're in the yard, I light the fire, and as the summer fades away, nothing gold can stay.
You write, I tour, we make it work.
You're beautiful and I'm insane.
We're American made.
Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss.
Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss. Oh God, want you on my lips. I do, I do.
It's me, your little Venice bitch. Just the way you make. . .
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids. Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss.
Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss.
You heard the rumors back in town now. You should come, come over.
We'll be hanging around now. You should come, come over.
Oh God, love you on my lips. It's me, your little Venice bitch.
Touch me with your fingertips. It's me, your little Venice bitch. Back in the garden.
We're getting high now because we're older.
Me, myself, I like diamonds. My baby crimson and clover.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, forever. Everything, whatever. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whatever.
Everything, whatever. You heard the rumors back in town now.
You should come, come over. We'll be hanging around now. You should come, come over.
Oh God, love you on my lips. It's me, your little Venice bitch. Touch me with your fingertips.
It's me, your little Venice bitch. Back in the garden.
We're getting high now because we're older. Me, myself, I like diamonds. My baby crimson and clover.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, forever. Everything, whatever.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whatever. Everything, whatever.
Out in the garden, we're getting high now because we're older.
Me and myself are like diamonds. My baby crimson and clover.
Crimson and clover, honey. Crimson and clover, honey.
Crimson and clover, honey. Crimson and clover, honey. Crimson and clover, honey.
Crimson and clover, honey. Over and over, honey. Over and over, honey.
Over and over, honey.
Over and over, honey.
Over and. . .
If you were mine I'd be jealous of your love.
If you were mine I'd be jealous of your love.
If you were mine I'd be jealous of your love.
If you were mine I'd be jealous of your love.
If you were mine I'd be jealous of your love
English translation
Fear fun, fear love. Fresh out of fucks forever.
Trying to be stronger for you.
Ice cream, ice queen. I dream in jeans and leather.
Livestream, I'm sweet for you.
Oh God, miss you on my lips. It's me, your little Venice bitch.
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids, calling out, "Bang bang, kiss kiss.
" You're in the yard, I light the fire, and as the summer fades away, nothing gold can stay.
You write, I tour, we make it work.
You're beautiful and I'm insane. We're American made.
Give me Hallmark.
One dream, one life, one lover.
Paint me happy and blue.
Norman Rockwell. No hype under our covers.
It's just me and you.
Oh God, miss you on my lips. It's me, your little Venice bitch.
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids, calling out, "Bang bang, kiss kiss.
" You're in the yard, I light the fire, and as the summer fades away, nothing gold can stay.
You write, I tour, we make it work.
You're beautiful and I'm insane.
We're American made.
Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss.
Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss. Oh God, want you on my lips. I do, I do.
It's me, your little Venice bitch. Just the way you make. . .
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids. Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss.
Signing off, bang bang, kiss kiss.
You heard the rumors back in town now. You should come, come over.
We'll be hanging around now. You should come, come over.
Oh God, love you on my lips. It's me, your little Venice bitch.
Touch me with your fingertips. It's me, your little Venice bitch. Back in the garden.
We're getting high now because we're older.
Me, myself, I like diamonds. My baby crimson and clover.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, forever. Everything, whatever. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whatever.
Everything, whatever. You heard the rumors back in town now.
You should come, come over. We'll be hanging around now. You should come, come over.
Oh God, love you on my lips. It's me, your little Venice bitch. Touch me with your fingertips.
It's me, your little Venice bitch. Back in the garden.
We're getting high now because we're older. Me, myself, I like diamonds. My baby crimson and clover.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, forever. Everything, whatever.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whatever. Everything, whatever.
Out in the garden, we're getting high now because we're older.
Me and myself are like diamonds. My baby crimson and clover.
Crimson and clover, honey. Crimson and clover, honey.
Crimson and clover, honey. Crimson and clover, honey. Crimson and clover, honey.
Crimson and clover, honey. Over and over, honey. Over and over, honey.
Over and over, honey.
Over and over, honey.
Over and. . .
If you were mine I'd be jealous of your love.
If you were mine I'd be jealous of your love.
If you were mine I'd be jealous of your love.
If you were mine I'd be jealous of your love.
If you were mine I'd be jealous of your love