I was born bad for a while then
I met you when I was on trial
I smoke on the lawn with my candy and my bra
You drive me around in your car but you don't know my style
You're not used to the wild
And I think it's really fun
When I'm holding the gun
At you, and I know you're gonna fall real good
when I kiss you against the hood
And I liked your daddy but I like you more
Because I'm a dangerous girl
The trunk is full of your type
I'm not the kind to go for a long ride
And I've done everything wrong
All because it felt right for so long
But you're still here, it's not your kind of world
And you know I'm not your type of girl
And I think it's really fun
When I'm holding the gun
At you, and I know you're gonna fall real good
when I kiss you against the hood
And I liked your daddy but I like you more
Because I'm a dangerous girl.
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Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
