Venice Bitch

Fear fun, fear love, fresh out of fucks forever Tryin' to be stronger for you Ice cream, ice queen, I dream in jeans and leather Live stream, I'm sweet for you Oh God, miss you on my lips It's me your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss 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 Give me Hallmark One dream, one life, one lover Paint me happy in blue Norman Rockwell, no hype under our covers It's just me and you Oh God, miss you on my lips It's me your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Callin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss 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 Oh (yeah), oh (yeah), oh (yeah) Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss Oh (yeah), oh (yeah), oh (yeah) Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss Oh God, want you on my lips It's me your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Soundin' out, bang bang, kiss kiss Oh, shatter oh, shatter, oh, shatter (Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss) Yeah (yeah), oh (yeah), oh (yeah) (Soundin' off, bang bang, kiss kiss) (Yeah) You heard my baby's back in town now You should come, come over We'll be hanging around now You should come, come over 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 Back, back in the garden We're getting high now because we're older Me myself, I like diamonds My baby crimson and clover (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) Wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever, everything, whatever (Wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever, everything, whatever) Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah yeah, ah yeah (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, (yeah) beautiful losers (yeah) La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, (yeah) beautiful losers (yeah) La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers Back in the garden We're getting high now because we're older Me myself, I like diamonds My baby crimson and clover 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 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