You Can Be The Boss
Lana Del Rey
You taste like the fourth of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my I love you but I don't know why... You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce I like you a lot, I like you a lot Don't let it stop... You can be the boss, daddy You can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot Don't let it stop... He had a cigarette with his number on it He gave it over to me, "do you want it?" I knew it was wrong but I palmed it I saved it, I waited, I called it The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous I knew it was wrong, I'm beyond it I tried to be strong but I lost it.