Lana Del Rey — Norman fucking Rockwell

Goddamn, man-childYou fucked me so good that I almost said, «I love you»You’re fun and you’re wildBut you don’t know the half of the shit that you put me throughYour poetry’s bad and you blame the newsBut I can’t change that, and I can’t change your moodAh-ah’Cause you’re just a manIt’s just what you doYour head in your handsAs you color me blueYeah, you’re just a manAll through and throughYour head in my handsAs you color me blueBlue, blue, blueGoddamn, man-childYou act like a kid even though you stand six foot twoSelf-loathing poet, President Moro, can you know it all?You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of youBut I don’t get bored, just see you throughWhy wait for the best when I could have you?You-oh-oh’Cause you’re just a manIt’s just what you doYour head in your handsAs you color me blueYeah, you’re just a manAll through and throughYour head in my handsAs you color me blueBlue, blueYou make me blueBlue, blue, blueBlue, blue, blue