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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Lana Del Rey
Voix principales
Rick Nowels
Claviers
Kieron Menzies
Programmation
Patrick Warren
Piano
Tim Pierce
Guitare slide
Devrim Karaoglu
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lana Del Rey
Paroles/Composition
Rick Nowels
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Rick Nowels
Production
Kieron Menzies
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Garcia
Ingénieries complémentaires
Jordan Stilwell
Ingénieries complémentaires
Devrim Karaoglu
Co‑production
John Davies
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
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
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