Lana Del Rey - Him and run | Текст песни

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• Lana Del Rey
• Him and run

Hollywood and New York, mister Major

Then there’s me

Little queen of the stage

He’s a God

One the stars call creator

Hail the king of the industry players

Take off your business suit

Sittin’ in your lap for my interview

Hit and run

Let’s hit and run

Hit and run

Hit and run

Baby

Hit and run

Hit and run

Pick me up in your white Lamborghini

London town

You’ll watch out

While I’m singing

Glamourize on the stage

Boy believe me

Keep your girl back

No competing

Eying you from across the room

Watching me

Wa-watching you

Hit and run

Let’s hit and run

Hit and run

Hit and run

Baby

Hit and run

Hit and run

You and me

On a spree

Takin’ over

…

Wanna be your soldier

Hit and run

Baby

Hit and run

Hit and run

Oh oh oh

You know this world is mean

Nothing’s for free,

It’s money and technology

Together we’d be dead or late

You know this world is mean

Nothing’s for free

Together we’d be dead or late

Dead or late

Dead or late

Hit and run

Let’s hit and run

Hit and run

Hit and run

Baby

Hit and run

Hit and run

You and me

On a spree

Takin’ over

…

Wanna be your so

Hit and run

Baby

Hit and run

Hit and run

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