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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lana Del Rey
Lana Del Rey
Lead Vocals
Rick Nowels
Rick Nowels
Keyboards
Kieron Menzies
Kieron Menzies
Programming
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
Piano
Tim Pierce
Tim Pierce
Slide Guitar
Devrim Karaoglu
Devrim Karaoglu
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lana Del Rey
Lana Del Rey
Songwriter
Rick Nowels
Rick Nowels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rick Nowels
Rick Nowels
Producer
Kieron Menzies
Kieron Menzies
Mixing Engineer
Chris Garcia
Chris Garcia
Additional Engineer
Jordan Stilwell
Jordan Stilwell
Additional Engineer
Devrim Karaoglu
Devrim Karaoglu
Co-Producer
John Davies
John Davies
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola My eyes are wide like cherry pies I got a taste for men who are older It's always been, so it's no surprise Harvey's in the sky with diamond's, and he's making me crazy (I come alive, alive) All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby Come on, baby, let's ride We can escape to the great sunshine I know your wife and she wouldn't mind We made it out to the other side We made it out to the other side We made it out to the other side Come on, come on Come on, come on Come on, baby Woah, oh-oh, yeah I fall asleep in an American flag I wear my diamond's on Skid Row I pledge allegiance to my dad For teaching me everything he knows Harvey's in the sky with diamonds, and he's making me crazy (I come alive, alive) All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby, yeah Come on, baby, let's ride We can escape to the great sunshine I know your wife and she wouldn't mind We made it out to the other side We made it out to the other side We made it out to the other side Drugs, suck it up like vanilla icys Don't treat me rough, treat me really niceys Decorate my neck, diamanté's ice's Woah, come on, come on Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, yeah Come on, baby, let's ride We can escape to the great sunshine I know your wife and she wouldn't mind We made it out to the other side Come on, baby, let's ride We can escape to the great sunshine We made it out to the other side We made it out to the other side Come on, come on Come on, baby Come on, come on Come on, baby Woah, woah My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola Ooh, oh, yeah
Writer(s): Richard W. Jr. Nowels, Elizabeth Grant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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