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Lana Del Rey
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
Ah
'Cause you're just a man
It's just what you do
Your head in your hands
As you color me blue~
Yeah, you're just a man
All through and through
Your head in your hands
As you color me blue~
Blue, blue, blue
Goddamn, man-child
You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two
Self-loathing poet, resident Laurel Canyon 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 color me blue~
Yeah, you're just a man
All through and through
Your head in your hands
As you color me blue~
Blue, blue
You make me blue
Blue, blue
Blue, blue, blue
Blue, blue, blue