Wicked Game / Blue Jeans Chris Isaak / Lana Del Rey
August 12, 2014 - New York, New York
Lyrics
What a wicked game you play to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love
No, not this time
I don't wanna fall in love
With you
With you
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room
you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, James Dean, for sure
You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
Blue jeans, white shirt
Walked into the room
you know you made my eyes burn
like, James Dean, for sure
fresh to death and sick as cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater
That love is mean, and love hurts
But I still remember that day we met in December
I'm gonna love you 'til the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can you see through the tears
Love you more
Than those bitches before
What a wicked game you play to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you
Never loved somebody like you
I never dreamed I'd love somebody like you
I never dreamed I'd lose you
I don't wanna fall in love
No, I don't wanna fall in love
With you
With you
With you
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