Lyrics Lana Del Rey

Lana Del Rey

You Can Be The Boss

You taste like the fourth of july

Malt liquor on your breath my my

I love you but I don´t know why

You can be the boss daddy

You can be the boss

Taste like a jigparty back on the stars

Like you alot, like you alot

Don´t let it stop.

You can be the boss daddy,

you can be the boss

Bad to the bone, sick as a dog

You know that I like, like you alot

Don´t let it stop...

A cigarette with his number on it

He gave over to me, do you want it

I knew it was wrong but I pawned it

I saved it, I waited, I called it.

Liquor on your lips, liquor on your lips

Liquor on your lips makes you dangerous.

I knew it was wrong when we bonded

I tried to be strong but I lost it

You taste like the fourth of july

Malt liquor on your breath my my

You can be the boss daddy

You can be the boss

Taste like a jugparty back with the stars.

Like you alot, like you alot

Don´t let it stop

You can be the boss daddy,

you can be the boss

Bad to the bone, sick as a dog

You know that I like, like you alot

Don´t let it stop...

He got a white corvette like I wanted,

A fire in his eyes, no I saw it

Bleeding from his brain and his wallet

He´s sick and he´s ticking but honest.

The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips,

The liquor on his lips, I just can´t resist

As close as I´ll get to the darkness

He tells me to shut up – I got this.

Taste like the fourth of july,

malt liquor on your breath my my.

You can be the boss daddy,

You can be the boss.

Taste like a jigparty back on the stars

Like you alot, like you alot

Don´t let it stop.

You can be the boss daddy,

you can be the boss

Bad to the bone, sick as a dog

You know that I like, like you alot

Don´t let it stop...

I need you, I need you babe,

Like I never needed anyone

You´re gone but you´re so much fun

You say you treat me mean to keep

The opinion of that night.

but you taste like the fourth of july

Malt liquor on your breath my my.

You can be the boss daddy,

You can be the boss.

Taste like a jigparty back on the stars

Like you alot, like you alot

Don´t let it stop

You can be the boss daddy,

you can be the boss

Bad to the bone, sick as a dog

You know that I like, like you alot

Don´t let it stop...

Of all the ginjoints, in all the towns, in all the

world, she walks into mine...