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I mean, Henry, come on Do you think I'd really choose it? All this off and on Henry, come on I mean, baby, come on Do you think I'd really lose it on ya If you did nothing wrong? Henry, come on Last call, "Hey, y'all," hang his hat up on the wall Tell him that his cowgirl has come, go on and giddy up Soft leather, blue jeans, call us into '40s dreams Return it, but say it was fun And it's not because of you That I turned out so dangerous Yesterday, I heard God say "It's in your blood" And it struck me just like lightning I've been fighting, I've been striving But yesterday, I heard God say "You were born to be the one To hold the hand of the man Who flies too close to the sun" I'll still be nice to your mom It's not her fault you're leaving Some people come, then they're gone They just fly away Take your ass to the house Don't even bother explaining There's no working it out No way It's last call, "Hey, y'all," hang his hat up on the wall Tell him that his cowgirl has come, come on and giddy up Soft leather, blue jeans, don't you get it? That's the thing You can't chase a ghost when it's gone And it's not because of you That I turned out so dangerous Yesterday, I heard God say "It's in your blood" And that struck me just like lightning I've been fighting, I've been striving But yesterday, I heard God say "You were born to be the one To hold the hand of the man Who flies too close to the sun" All these country singers And their lonely rides to Houston Doesn't really make for the best You know, settle-down type It's last call, "Hey, y'all," hang his hat up on the wall Tell him that his cowgirl has come, go on and giddy up Last call, "Hey, y'all," hang his hat up on the wall Tell him that his cowgirl has come, go on and giddy up Go on and giddy up, go on and giddy up Hey
Writer(s): Lana Del Rey, Luke Laird Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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