Lana Del Rey - Cherry lyrics
Lana Del Rey [Elizabeth Woolridge Grant] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lana Del Rey - Cherry lyrics]
Love (yeah) , I said real love is like feelin' no fear
When you're standin' in the face of danger
(Hey) 'Cause you just want it so much
A touch (yeah) from your real love
Is like heaven takin' the
Place of somethin' evil (Hey)
And lettin' it burn off from the rush, yeah
Yeah (Fuck)
Darlin', darlin', darlin'
I fall to pieces when I'm with you
I fall to pieces my cherries
(Hey) and wine, rosemary and thyme
And all of my peaches are ruined
Love (yeah) , is it real love?
It's like smilin' when the
Firin' squad's against ya (Hey)
And you just stay lined up, yeah (Fuck)
Darlin', darlin', darlin'
I fall to pieces when I'm with you
I fall to pieces (Bitch) my cherries
(Hey) and wine, rosemary and thyme
And all of my peaches
(Can I get a fuckin' hallelujah?) are ruined
(Bitch, Lookin' at me like a magazine)
My rose garden dreams
(Can I get a fuckin' hallelujah?)
Set on fire by fiends
(Sippin' on ya like a Coca-Cola)
And all my black beaches
(Can I get a fuckin' hallelujah?)
Are ruined (Lookin' at me like a magazine)
My celluloid scenes
(Can I get a fuckin' hallelujah?)
Are torn at the seams
(Sippin' on ya like a Coca-Cola, yeah)
And I fall to pieces (Bitch)
(yeah) I fall to pieces when I'm with you
(Why?) 'Cause I love you so much (Hey)
I fall to pieces
My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
(yeah)
And all of my peaches are ruined (Bitch)
Are ruined (Bitch) , are ruined (Fuck)
When you're standin' in the face of danger
(Hey) 'Cause you just want it so much
A touch (yeah) from your real love
Is like heaven takin' the
Place of somethin' evil (Hey)
And lettin' it burn off from the rush, yeah
Yeah (Fuck)
Darlin', darlin', darlin'
I fall to pieces when I'm with you
I fall to pieces my cherries
(Hey) and wine, rosemary and thyme
And all of my peaches are ruined
Love (yeah) , is it real love?
It's like smilin' when the
Firin' squad's against ya (Hey)
And you just stay lined up, yeah (Fuck)
Darlin', darlin', darlin'
I fall to pieces when I'm with you
I fall to pieces (Bitch) my cherries
(Hey) and wine, rosemary and thyme
And all of my peaches
(Can I get a fuckin' hallelujah?) are ruined
(Bitch, Lookin' at me like a magazine)
My rose garden dreams
(Can I get a fuckin' hallelujah?)
Set on fire by fiends
(Sippin' on ya like a Coca-Cola)
And all my black beaches
(Can I get a fuckin' hallelujah?)
Are ruined (Lookin' at me like a magazine)
My celluloid scenes
(Can I get a fuckin' hallelujah?)
Are torn at the seams
(Sippin' on ya like a Coca-Cola, yeah)
And I fall to pieces (Bitch)
(yeah) I fall to pieces when I'm with you
(Why?) 'Cause I love you so much (Hey)
I fall to pieces
My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme
(yeah)
And all of my peaches are ruined (Bitch)
Are ruined (Bitch) , are ruined (Fuck)