Lana Del Rey – Kinda Outta Luck Lyrics

Is it wro-wrong that I think it’s kinda fun
When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? My daddy’s in the trunk of his brand new truck
I really want him back, but I’m kinda outta luck. I was born bad
But then I met you
You made me nice for a while
But my dark side’s true. Babe you can see that I’m danger
Glamour is bread, I’m deranged, yeah
Teetering off of the stage, yeah
I said it really nicely so can you be my savior? Is it wro-wrong that I think it’s kinda fun
When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? My daddy’s in the trunk of his brand new truck
I really want him back, but I’m flat outta luck. You never cared what I did at all
Motel singer at a silver ball
I did what I had to do…
Femme fatale, always on the run
Diamonds on my wrist, whiskey on my tongue
Before I give back, I gotta get drunk
So get over here, pour me a cold one. My daddy’s in the trunk of his brand new truck
I really want him back, but I’m flat outta luck. My daddy’s in the trunk of his brand new truck
I really want him back, but I’m flat outta luck. Is it wro-wrong that I think it’s kinda fun
When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? Is it wro-wrong that I think it’s kinda fun
When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? My daddy’s in the trunk of his brand new truck
I really want him back, but I’m kinda outta luck. My daddy’s in the trunk of his brand new truck
I really want him back, but I’m kinda outta luck. Wrong, I know, killing someone
It gets a little easier when you’ve done it once
You know that I’m fun, you know that I’m young
So tell me your mind, let’s get it on. Is it wro-wrong that I think it’s kinda fun
When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? Is it wro-wrong that I think it’s kinda fun
When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? Babe you can see that I’m danger
Teetering off of the stage, yeah
Sparkling in sequins, say hey-yeah
Time to give in to the kindness of strangers. I was a dangerous girl
You were too nice for this world
And now I’m back on the prowl
Who wants to give it a whirl?