You got a fa^Ace like the Madonna, cryin' te^Emars of gold Been pumping g^Aas at the Texaco, ro^Emad to road You're on the r^Aun, oh, b^Emaby, yeah You're on the r^Aun, oh, ^Embaby I'm n^Amot a trick, but I'^Dm a trick for you You g^Amimme butterflies; he^Dart's skipping one, two I kn^Amow you're sick, boy, I wa^Dnna get the flu I'm ru^Cnnin' temperatures thi^Enkin' of your love, boo

Br^Emookl^Cyn, move my s^Emoul like th^Cis Ki^Emssin' my stil^Cettos Move your m^Bmouth up to my lips Co^Emme on over, ghe^Ctto baby (He said, "show ^Bmme what you got, girl") Co^Emme on over, gh^Cetto baby ("Drop it l^Bmike it's hot, girl")

I know your l^Aips say that you wanna, but your h^Emeart's a no But boy, your h^Aips say that you're gonna when you h^Emold me, hold me You're so f^Aun, b-b^Emaby, you are too much f^Aun, b-b^Emaby My lo^Amcal rock star, the Wi^Dlly B. crew I'm fee^Amling you, boy, you l^Dikin' me too I'm cl^Amockin' chicks left and ri^Dght just to get to you You're out th^Cere on the grind Now c^Eome home to your queen, boo

Br^Emookl^Cyn, move my s^Emoul like th^Cis Ki^Emssin' my stil^Cettos Move your m^Bmouth up to my lips Co^Emme on over, ghe^Ctto baby (He said, "show ^Bmme what you got, girl") Co^Emme on over, gh^Cetto baby ("Drop it l^Bmike it's hot, girl")

We're a ma^Ctch made in He^Daven If they're go^Cnna talk, let 'em If th^Emey don't think we're g^Bmood together, baby j^Cust forget 'em When he's b^Aad, he's b^Bmad But when he's g^Cood, no one's better Cause we're a ma^Etch made in Heaven And this ki^Cnd of love's forever

Br^Emookl^Cyn, move my s^Emoul like th^Cis Ki^Emssin' my stil^Cettos Move your m^Bmouth up to my lips Co^Emme on over, ghe^Ctto baby (He said, "show ^Bmme what you got, girl") Co^Emme on over, gh^Cetto baby ("Drop it l^Bmike it's hot, girl")

Lana Del Rey - Ghetto baby