Lana Del Rey - A, W

Call him up, come into my bedroom
Ended up we fuck on the hotel floor
It's not about having someone to love me anymorе
This is the experiеnce of being an American whore

Called up one friend, call up another
Forensic Files wasn't on
Watching Teenage Diary of a Girl
Wondering what went wrong
I'm a princess, I'm divisive
Ask me why I'm like this
Maybe I'm just kinda like this
I don't know, maybe I'm just like this

I say I live in Rosemead, really, I'm at the Ramada
It doesn't really matter, doesn't really, really matter
Call him up, he comes over again
Yeah, I know I'm over my head, but, oh
It's not about having someone to love me anymore
No, this is the experience of being an American whore