Текст произведения:
LANA DEL REY
vk.com/LDRey
French vanilla ice cream,
Just the way I like,
Drippin’ on your windscreen,
I can’t get a bite.
Guess we could be,
More than friends,
‘Cause this kiss won’t end,
And you got me tremblin’.
You’re dynamite!
I’m ready to blow,
Take me out tonight.
You’re dynamite!
I’m ready to go,
Touch me do it now.
Boy you’re one thing,
Rockin’ on my hearstrings,
I can see the stars collide,
Baby, hold me tight,
Oh, you’re dynamite.
Speeding through the wasteland,
Sparking in the lights,
Roll up to the boardwalk,
Derelict delight.
Eyes all on my dress again,
I know how this ends,
Boy, you’re all adreniline.
You’re dynamite!
I’m ready to blow,
Take me out tonight.
You’re dynamite!
I’m ready to go,
Touch me do it now.
Boy you’re one thing,
Rockin’ on my hearstrings,
I can see the stars collide,
Baby, hold me tight,
Boy, you’re dynamite.
He’s not like other guys,
I can’t apologize,
For what my body wants,
And what my heart decides.
Oh-oh-oh.
‘Cause I’m so close to the real thing,
Yeah, I’m so close to the real thing,
I’m so close to the real thing,
I could almost die.
Say it isn’t over,
Say it’s not goodnight,
Maybe we could go somewhere,
Start a pillow fight.
You’re dynamite!
I’m ready to blow,
Take me out tonight.
You’re dynamite!
I’m ready to go,
Touch me do it now.
Boy you’re one thing,
Rockin’ on my hearstrings,
I can see the stars collide,
Baby, hold me tight,
Boy, you’re dynamite.
You’re dynamite!
I’m ready to blow,
Take me out tonight.
You’re dynamite!
I’m ready to go,
Touch me do it now.
Boy you’re one thing,
Rockin’ on my hearstrings,
I can see the stars collide,
Baby, hold me tight,
Boy, you’re dynamite.
Oh, you’re dynamite.
