LANA DEL REY
 [bad word] LDRey

All dressed up with nowhere to go
That's the story of the girl you know, me
I'm all smiles but inside I frown, 'cause
I seen you walking around with Betty Lou
Didn't I tell you what I heard about her?
 
It don't matter to you, it don't matter to you, it don't matter to you
What them other girls do, you'll date anyone, you'll date anyone
How they more fun than me, baby?
 
I'm smiling, the New Jersey Queen, and
You're the best thing I ever seen, so won't you
Pull up your white Corvette, Jimmy?
Let me get a better look at your face
I know it ain't noon
But I know what you like
 [bad word] on inside and I'll fix you ice cream
little banana split for you, Jimmy
 
You're so fine, you're like silk --- 
I guess that's why you keep slipping through my fingers
You're the states #1 and everybody knows it
You smile all the time, 'cause how can you not show it?
When even you know that you're so to die for, to die for
What do you need to get high for?
When I have you?
When I have you?
 
It don't matter to you, it don't matter to you, it don't matter to you
What those others girls done, I'm gonna prove to you, I'm gonna prove to you
You'll never find nobody more fun
More fun