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"And I’m off to the races, cases
"And I’m off to the races, cases
of Bacardi chasers,
chasin’ me all over town
‘cause he knows I’m wasted, facin’
time again on Rikers
Island and I won’t get out
because I’m crazy, baby.
I need you to come here and save me.
I’m your little scarlet starlet,
singin’ in the garden.
Kiss me on my open mouth,
ready for you."
Lana Del Rey
