Hit And Run
Hollywood and New York, Mister Major.
Then there's me,
Little queen of the stage, yeah.
He's a God,
One the stars call Creator.
Hail the king of the industry players.
Take off your business suit,
Sitting in your lap for my interview.
Hit and run.
Let's hit and run.
Hit and run the world.
Hit and run.
Baby, hit and run,
Hit and run the world.
Pick me up in your white Lamborghini.
London town,
You'll watch out
While I'm singing.
Glamorous on the stage,
Boy, believe me.
Keep your girl back,
No competing.
Eying you from across the room.
Watching me
Wa-watching you.
Hit and run.
Let's hit and run.
Hit and run the world.
Hit and run.
Baby, hit and run.
Hit and run the world.
You and me,
On a spree,
Takin' over.
L. Del Rey, hey.
Wanna be your soldier.
Hit and run.
Baby, hit and run.
Hit and run the world.
Oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh.
You know this world is mean.
Nothing's for free,
It's money and technology.
Together we'd be deadly.
You know this world is mean.
Nothing's for free.
It's money and technology.
Together we'd be deadly.
Deadly.
Deadly.
Hit and run.
Let's hit and run.
Hit and run the world.
Hit and run.
Baby, hit and run,
Hit and run the world.
You and me,
On a spree,
Takin' over.
L. Del Rey, hey,
Wanna be your soldier.
Hit and run.
Baby, hit and run.
Hit and run the world.