Born Bad Baby Lana Del Rey

I was born bad
But then I met you
You made me nice for a while
But my dark side's true
You never cared what I did at all
Motel singer or the silver pole
I did what I had to do

Femme fatale always on the run
Diamonds on my neck, whiskey on my tongue
Before I get back I gotta get drunk
So get over here pour me a cold one
Babe he 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

Is it wro-wrong that I think it's kind of 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 out of luck
Is it wro-wrong that I think it's kind of fun
When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun
Now daddy's in the trunk of his brand new truck
I really want him back but I'm kinda outta luck