A&W Lana Del Rey Song Lyrics
I haven’t done a cartwheel since I was nineI haven’t seen my mother in a long, long timeI mean, look at me, look at the length of my hairMy face, the shape of my bodyDo you really think I give a damn what I doAfter years of just hearing them talking?
I say I live in RosemeadReally, I’m at the RamadaIt doesn’t really matterDoesn’t really, really matter
Call him up, come into my bedroomEnded up, we fuck on the hotel floorIt’s not about havin’ someone to love me anymoreThis is the experience of bein’ an American whore
Called up one drunk, called up anotherForensic Files wasn’t onWatching Teenage Diary of a GirlWondering what went wrongI’m a princess, I’m divisiveAsk me why, why, why I’m like thisMaybe I’m just kinda like thisI don’t know, maybe I’m just like this
I say I live in RosemeadReally, I’m at the RamadaIt doesn’t really matterDoesn’t really, really matter
Call him up, he comes over againYeah, I know I’m over my head, but, ohIt’s not about havin’ someone to love me anymoreNo, this is the experience of bein’ an American whore
I mean, look at my hairLook at the length of it and the shape of my bodyIf I told you that I was rapedDo you really think that anybody would think I didn’t ask for it?I didn’t ask for itI won’t testify, I already fucked up my storyOn top of this, so many other things you can’t believeDid you know a singer can still beLookin’ like a side piece at thirty-three?God’s a charlatan, don’t look back, babePuts the shower on while he calls meSlips out the back door to talk to meI’m invisible, look how you hold meI’m invisible, I’m invisibleI’m a ghost now, look how you hold me now
It’s not about havin’ someone to love me anymore (oh, okay)No, this is the experience of bein’ an American whoreIt’s not about havin’ someone to love me anymoreNo, this is the experience of bein’ an American whore
This is the experience of bein’ an American whoreThis is the experience of bein’ an American whore
Jimmy, Jimmy, cocoa puff, Jimmy, Jimmy rideJimmy, Jimmy, cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me high (oh, my God)Love me, if you love enough, you can be my lightJimmy only love me when he wanna get highJimmy only love me when he wanna get highJimmy only love me when he wanna get highJimmy only love me when he wanna get highYour mom called, I told her you’re fucking up big time
Your mom called, I told her you’re fucking up big time
Jimmy, Jimmy, cocoa puff, Jimmy, Jimmy rideJimmy, Jimmy, cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me highLove me, if you love enough, you can be my lightJimmy only love me when he wanna get highJimmy only love me when he wanna get highJimmy only love me when he wanna get highJimmy only love me when he wanna get highYour mom called, I told her, you’re fucking up big time
Jimmy, you should switch it up, maybe light it up (yeah)Jimmy, if you leave the house, find me in the club (like)Jimmy, if you switch it up, you should light it upJimmy, if you leave the house, find me in the club (surf’s up)Your mom called, I told her you’re fucking up big timeBut I don’t care, baby, I already lost my mindIf you light it up, find me in the clubYour mom called, I told her you’re fucking up big time
Jimmy, Jimmy, cocoa puff, Jimmy, Jimmy rideJimmy, Jimmy, cocoa puff, Jimmy, get me highLove me if you love enough, you can be my lightJimmy only love me when he wanna get highJimmy only love me when he wanna get highJimmy only love me when he wanna get highJimmy only love me when he wanna get highYour mom called, I told her you’re fucking up big time