The Louvre – Lorde
Nghệ sĩ: Lorde
Hợp Âm Chuẩn
Well summer slipped us underneath her tongue
Our days and nights are perfumed with obsession
Half of my wardrobe is on your bedroom floor
I am your sweetheart, psychopathic crush
Drink up your movements, still I can't get enough
I overthink your p-punctuation use
A ru-u-u-ush at the beginning
I get caught u-u-u-up, just for a minute
But lover, you're the one to blame, all that you're doing, can you hear the violence?
Mega pho-o-o-one to my chest
Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it
Our thing progresses, I call and you come through
Blow all my friendships, to sit in hell with you
But we're the greatest, they'll hang us in the Louvre
Okay I know that you are not my type (still I fall)
I'm just the sucker who let you fill her mind (but what about love?)
Nothing wrong with it, supernatural
Just move in close to me, closer, you'll feel it coasting
A ru-u-u-ush at the beginning
I get caught u-u-u-up, just for a minute
But lover, you're the one to blame, all that you're doing, can you hear the violence?
Megapho-o-o-one to my chest
Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it