Lana Del Rey - Beautiful People lyrics
Lana Del Rey [Elizabeth Woolridge Grant] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lana Del Rey - Beautiful People lyrics]
Green are the colour of the eyes
Of the man I love
He's hard to take and hot to touch
And green is the color of the
Sea in the early month
Of mid-July, te amo much
You get so mad when I complain
You think I'm crazy but
I hear them talk they say my name
They're fucking tired of
All these beautiful people
With beautiful problems, yeah
Beautiful people and god knows I've got them
She wants to die (la la-lie)
And she should fucking try (lie la-lie)
Red is the color of your mouth
When you drink rum punch
You like July and yellow sun
And red are the color of your
Eyes when drink too much
You pack your place, you pack a punch
You get so tired, tell me to stop
I'm ruining our love
When I walk by, I hear them talk
They're fucking tired of
All these beautiful people
With beautiful problems, yeah
Beautiful people and god knows I've got them
She wants to die (la la-lie)
And she should fucking try (la la-lie)
Oh, oh, oh she wants to die (la la-lie)
(I can tell you what I really want)
(I can tell you what I really want)
And she should fucking try (la la-lie)
(I can tell you what I really want)
(I can tell you what I really want)
All these beautiful people
With beautiful problems, yeah
Beautiful people and god knows I've got them
Beautiful people with beautiful problems
(Oh, oh, oh)
Beautiful people with beautiful problems
Of the man I love
He's hard to take and hot to touch
And green is the color of the
Sea in the early month
Of mid-July, te amo much
You get so mad when I complain
You think I'm crazy but
I hear them talk they say my name
They're fucking tired of
All these beautiful people
With beautiful problems, yeah
Beautiful people and god knows I've got them
She wants to die (la la-lie)
And she should fucking try (lie la-lie)
Red is the color of your mouth
When you drink rum punch
You like July and yellow sun
And red are the color of your
Eyes when drink too much
You pack your place, you pack a punch
You get so tired, tell me to stop
I'm ruining our love
When I walk by, I hear them talk
They're fucking tired of
All these beautiful people
With beautiful problems, yeah
Beautiful people and god knows I've got them
She wants to die (la la-lie)
And she should fucking try (la la-lie)
Oh, oh, oh she wants to die (la la-lie)
(I can tell you what I really want)
(I can tell you what I really want)
And she should fucking try (la la-lie)
(I can tell you what I really want)
(I can tell you what I really want)
All these beautiful people
With beautiful problems, yeah
Beautiful people and god knows I've got them
Beautiful people with beautiful problems
(Oh, oh, oh)
Beautiful people with beautiful problems