Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lana Del Rey
Vocals
Jack Antonoff
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lana Del Rey
Songwriter
Jack Antonoff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lana Del Rey
Producer
Jon Sher
Assistant Recording Engineer
Derrick Stockwell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Greg Eliason
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Laura Sisk
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Will Quinnell
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fear fun, fear love
Fresh out of fucks forever
Trying to be stronger for you
Ice cream, ice queen
I dream in jeans and leather
Live stream, I'm sweet for you
[PreChorus]
Oh God, miss you on my lips
It's me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Calling out, "Bang, bang, kiss, kiss"
[Chorus]
You're in the yard, I light the fire
And as the summer fades away
Nothing gold can stay
You write, I tour, we make it work
You're beautiful and I'm insane
We're American made
[Verse 2]
Give me Hallmark
One dream, one life, one lover
Paint me happy and blue
Norman Rockwell
No hype under our covers
It's just me and you
[PreChorus]
Oh God, miss you on my lips
It's me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Calling out, "Bang, bang, kiss, kiss"
[Chorus]
You're in the yard, I light the fire
And as the summer fades away
Nothing gold can stay
You write, I tour, we make it work
You're beautiful and I'm insane
We're American made
[Bridge]
Sounding off, "Bang, bang, kiss, kiss"
Sounding off, "Bang, bang, kiss, kiss"
[Chorus]
Oh God, want you on my lips (I do, I do)
It's me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Sounding off, "Bang, bang, kiss, kiss"
Sounding off, "Bang, bang, kiss, kiss"
[Verse 3]
You heard my baby's back in town now
You should come-a, come over
We'll be hanging around now
You should come-a, come over
[Verse 4]
Oh God, I love him on my lips
It's me, your little Venice bitch
Touch me with your fingertips
It's me, your little Venice bitch
[Verse 5]
Back, back in the garden
We're getting high now
Because we're older
Me, myself, I like diamonds
My baby, crimson and clover
[Bridge]
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
[Bridge]
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever
Everything, whatever
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever
Everything, whatever
[Bridge]
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
[Verse 6]
Back in the garden
We're getting high now
Because we're older
Me, myself, I like diamonds
My baby, crimson and clover
[Outro]
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Over and over, honey
Over and over, honey
Over and over, honey
Over and over, honey
Over and over
[Outro]
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love
Written by: Jack Michael Antonoff, Elizabeth Grant