The Louvre - Lorde (洛德)

Written by：Ella Yelich-O'Connor/Jack Antonoff

Well summer slipped us underneath her tongue

Our days and nights are perfumed with obsession

Half of my wardrobe is on your bedroom floor

Use our eyes throw our hands overboard

I am your sweetheart psychopathic crush

Drink up your movements still I can't get enough

I overthink your p punctuation use

Not my fault just a thing that my mind do

A rush at the beginning

I get caught up just for a minute

But lover you're the one to blame all that you're doing

Can you hear the violence

Megaphone to my chest

Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it

Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it

Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it

Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it

Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it

Our thing progresses

I call and you come through

Blow all my friendships

To sit in hell with you

But we're the greatest

They'll hang us in the Louvre

Down the back but who cares still the Louvre

Okay I know that you are not my type

Still I fall

I'm just the sucker who let you fill her mind

But what about love

Nothing wrong with it

Supernatural

Just move in close to me closer you'll feel it coasting

A rush at the beginning

I get caught up just for a minute

But lover you're the one to blame all that you're doing

Can you hear the violence

Megaphone to my chest