
My old man is a bad man but I can't deny the way he holds my hand And he grabs me he has me by my heart He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past. He doesn't mind I have a LA crass way about me He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart Swimming pool glimmering darling white bikini off with my red nail polish Watch me in the swimming pool bright blue ripples. You sipping, sipping on your black Cristal, yeah Light of my life, fire of my loins Be a good baby do what I want Light of my life, fire of my loins. Gimme them gold coins. Gimme them coins. And I'm off to the races. Cases of Bacardi chasers. Chasing me all over town. Cuz he knows I'm wasted, facing time again in Rikers Island and I won't get out. Because I'm crazy baby. I need you to come here and save me. I'm your little scarlet starlet singing in the garden. Kiss me on my open mouth. Ready for you. My old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam. And he shows me he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul. He doesn't mind I have a flat, brokedown life. In fact, he says he thinks it's why he might like about me, admires me, The way I roll like a rolling stone. Likes to watch me in the glass-room, bathroom, Château Marmont, slippin' on my red dress, putting on my makeup. Glass-room perfume, cognac lilac fumes. Says it feel like heaven to him. Light of his life, fire of his loins. Keep me forever, tell me you want me Light of your life, fire of your loins. Tell me you want me, gimme them <b>...</b>
born to die
lana del rey
blue jeans
video games
new
album
snl
saturday night live
studio
2011
2012
buzz
beohlai