Fishtail song by Lana Del Rey from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Art Pop, Experimental, Alternative Pop music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Fishtail Meaning
| [[Intro] Don’t you dare say that you’ll braid my hair, babe If you don’t really care You wanted me sadder, you wanted me sadder Fishtail, what’s the matter with that? [Verse 1] Skippin’ rope in the bayou, bayou Slip softly in terrain Not that smart, but I’ve got things to say Palm trees in black and white I like to watch them sway You’re so funny, I wish I could skinny-dip inside your mind [Pre-Chorus] Lately, I’ve been thinkin’ about how things used to be Swingin’ in a nightgown underneath the old oak tree Almost Victorian with you, you can talk to me But, lately, I can see [Chorus] You wanted me sadder (Baby) You wanted me sadder Can’t you see it? For me, you are the one And if I’m not the one for you, don’t just say it I was on the stairs, Ella Fitzgerald in the air Feelin’ hella rare Baby, if you care Baby, don’t you dare say You’ll braid my hair, babe Don’t you dare say that you’ll braid my hair, babe If you don’t really care You wanted me sadder , [Verse 2] Dancin’ there in the hot, hot sun I know that we’ve got problems I plan to address them another day Palm trees in black and white I see in technicolor Maybe I’ll take my glasses off so I stop painting red flags green [Pre-Chorus] Lately, I’ve been sunnin’ in the L.A. riverbed Wearin’ nothin’ but the summer bruises on my knees I like how you talk, how you speak, how you look at me But, lately, I can see [Chorus] You wanted me sadder (Baby) You wanted me sadder You wanted me sadder Can’t you see it? For me, you are the one and if I’m not the one for you Don’t just say it I was on the stairs, Ella Fitzgerald in the air Feelin’ hella rare Baby, if you care Baby, don’t you dare say You’ll braid my hair, see Baby, if you care, then Baby, don’t you dare say That you really care Don’t you dare say that you’ll braid my hair When you get home tonight If you don’t really care Yeah, don’t you dare say that you’ll braid my hair, babe If you don’t really care, see Don’t you braid my hair If you’re not coming home to me Ah-ah , [Outro] You want someone sadder Skippin’ rope in the bayou, bayou Slip softly in terrain I’m not that smart But I’ve got things to say] |
