Lana Del Rey – Venice Bitch Lyrics

Venice Bitch

Lana Del Rey

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"Venice Bitch." - Lana Del Rey

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 03:21 pm

Album: Norman Fucking Rockwell!

Track No: 45

Fear fun, fear love
Fresh out of fucks forever
Trying to be stronger for you
Ice cream, ice queen
I dream in jeans and leather
Live stream, I'm sweet for you
Oh God, miss you on my lips
It's me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Calling out, "Bang, bang, kiss, kiss"
You're in the yard, I light the fire
And as the summer fades away
Nothing gold can stay
You write, I tour, we make it work
You're beautiful and I'm insane
We're American made
Give me Hallmark
One dream, one life, one lover
Paint me happy and blue
Norman Rockwell
No hype under our covers
It's just me and you
Oh God, miss you on my lips
It's me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Calling out, "Bang, bang, kiss, kiss"
You're in the yard, I light the fire
And as the summer fades away
Nothing gold can stay
You write, I tour, we make it work
You're beautiful and I'm insane
We're American made
Sounding off, "Bang, bang, kiss, kiss"
Sounding off, "Bang, bang, kiss, kiss"
Oh God, want you on my lips (I do, I do)
It's me, your little Venice bitch
On the stoop with the neighborhood kids
Sounding off, "Bang, bang, kiss, kiss"
Sounding off, "Bang, bang, kiss, kiss"
You heard my baby's back in town now
You should come-a, come over
We'll be hanging around now
You should come-a, come over
Oh God, I love him on my lips
It's me, your little Venice bitch
Touch me with your fingertips
It's me, your little Venice bitch
Back, back in the garden
We're getting high now
Because we're older
Me, myself, I like diamonds
My baby, crimson and clover
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever
Everything, whatever
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-whatever
Everything, whatever
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers
Back in the garden
We're getting high now
Because we're older
Me, myself, I like diamonds
My baby, crimson and clover
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Crimson and clover, honey
Over and over, honey
Over and over, honey
Over and over, honey
Over and over, honey
Over and over
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love
If you weren't mine, I'd be
Jealous of your love

Writer(s): Lana Del Rey & Jack Antonoff.

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