My clothes still smell like you, and all the photographs say you’re still young. I pretend I’m not hurt and go about the world like I’m havin’ fun. We get crazy every friday night, drop it like it’s hot in the pale moonlight. grand Ole Opry, feelin' all right mary's swayin’ softly to her heart's delight..
this is what makes us girls, we all look for heaven and we put our love first. somethin' that we'd die for it's our curse. don't cry about it, don't cry about it. It's all gonna happen....
~ Lana Del Rey
