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she should rename the song to "Happiness is just a butterfly" so we can call it Hijab

she should rename the song to "Happiness is just a butterfly" so we can call it Hijab

she should rename the song to "Happiness is just a butterfly" so we can call it Hijab

she should rename the song to "Happiness is just a butterfly" so we can call it Hijab

she should rename the song to "Happiness is just a butterfly" so we can call it Hijab

she should rename the song to "Happiness is just a butterfly" so we can call it Hijab

It kind of does. I'm multilingual and whenever I travel to different countries I find myself 'subconsciously' adapting how I speak English to mimic the people I'm talking to. I know a lot of other people who do this as well. Lana already speaks decent Spanish and living in California she's obviously surrounded by a lot of Spanish-speaking people, so it's not completely new for her. 

I dont base this on OTTR cuz she doesnt sing it at any show
 
She skipped 50% of BTD, SS, LFL, VG, BJ, Cherry... the list goes on.
 

I just had a random thought about the Soft Ice Cream lyrics
 
"Soft ice cream" sounds the same as "Soft i scream"
Idk, i know it's not grammatically correct (but bestest aint correct either so), but maybe that's a cute little thing Lana thought about while writing.

what vocals show me at least 3 instances where she was actually singing

she should kick OTTR off the setlist for fucks sake she doesnt even bother anymore at this point she literally sang like 30 seconds from a 5 minute song
 
this is probably one of her worst shows ever, she skipped like 70% of all the vocals by holding the mic to the audience/smoking a fag/doing half-assed dance moves

she should kick OTTR off the setlist for fucks sake she doesnt even bother anymore at this point she literally sang like 30 seconds from a 5 minute song
 
this is probably one of her worst shows ever, she skipped like 70% of all the vocals by holding the mic to the audience/smoking a fag/doing half-assed dance moves

she should kick OTTR off the setlist for fucks sake she doesnt even bother anymore at this point she literally sang like 30 seconds from a 5 minute song
 
this is probably one of her worst shows ever, she skipped like 70% of all the vocals by holding the mic to the audience/smoking a fag/doing half-assed dance moves

she should kick OTTR off the setlist for fucks sake she doesnt even bother anymore at this point she literally sang like 30 seconds from a 5 minute song
 
this is probably one of her worst shows ever, she skipped like 70% of all the vocals by holding the mic to the audience/smoking a fag/doing half-assed dance moves

i'm all for personal, creative interpretations of songs, but... what the fresh fuck, lmao.
 

Smh I always expect the line to be "key lime and perfume and vegetables" and it annoys me so much cuz the lil voice in my head always sings it like that

I want another album full of Honeymoons and Terrence Loves Yous

Y'all hating Sean cause he's not generic pop or a tumblr aLtErNaTiVe favourit and cause you can't thirst over his dick.
 
TNC is beautiful!

its not coming, she forgot about it and the "i have 20 days off so i could film it then" translates to "its not happening"

all the pressed, jealous ppl on here need to get a grip

its not coming, she forgot about it and the "i have 20 days off so i could film it then" translates to "its not happening"

so i used one of these story generators where u put some adjectives and names and itll create a story for you.
 
This is the result:

The Round Torch
A Short Story
Lana Del Rey looked at the round torch in her hands and felt jealous.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her freaky surroundings. She had always hated punk Williamsburg with its curvy, clean clubs. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel jealous.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Lady Gaga . Lady Gaga was an outgoing god with scrawny legs and tall eyebrows.

Lana gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a kind, nice, Blue Ribbon drinker with fragile legs and solid eyebrows. Her friends saw her as a poor, panicky patient. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a stupid baby flamingo.

But not even a kind person who had once made a cup of tea for a stupid baby flamingo, was prepared for what Lady Gaga had in store today.

The moon teased like rampaging guppies, making Lana happy.

As Lana stepped outside and Lady Gaga came closer, she could see the flat glint in her eye.

Lady Gaga gazed with the affection of 7931 ugly homely horses. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want booze."

Lana looked back, even more happy and still fingering the round torch. "Lady Gaga, you lookin like a man," she replied.

They looked at each other with petty feelings, like two homely, horrible horses dancing at a very happy funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two giving uncles bouncing to the beat.

Suddenly, Lady Gaga lunged forward and tried to punch Lana in the face. Quickly, Lana grabbed the round torch and brought it down on Lady Gaga's skull.

Lady Gaga's scrawny legs trembled and her tall eyebrows wobbled. She looked sad, her emotions raw like a nasty, noisy newspaper.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Lady Gaga was dead.

Lana Del Rey went back inside and made herself a nice drink of Blue Ribbon.

THE END

so i used one of these story generators where u put some adjectives and names and itll create a story for you.
 
This is the result:

The Round Torch
A Short Story
Lana Del Rey looked at the round torch in her hands and felt jealous.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her freaky surroundings. She had always hated punk Williamsburg with its curvy, clean clubs. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel jealous.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Lady Gaga . Lady Gaga was an outgoing god with scrawny legs and tall eyebrows.

Lana gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a kind, nice, Blue Ribbon drinker with fragile legs and solid eyebrows. Her friends saw her as a poor, panicky patient. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a stupid baby flamingo.

But not even a kind person who had once made a cup of tea for a stupid baby flamingo, was prepared for what Lady Gaga had in store today.

The moon teased like rampaging guppies, making Lana happy.

As Lana stepped outside and Lady Gaga came closer, she could see the flat glint in her eye.

Lady Gaga gazed with the affection of 7931 ugly homely horses. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want booze."

Lana looked back, even more happy and still fingering the round torch. "Lady Gaga, you lookin like a man," she replied.

They looked at each other with petty feelings, like two homely, horrible horses dancing at a very happy funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two giving uncles bouncing to the beat.

Suddenly, Lady Gaga lunged forward and tried to punch Lana in the face. Quickly, Lana grabbed the round torch and brought it down on Lady Gaga's skull.

Lady Gaga's scrawny legs trembled and her tall eyebrows wobbled. She looked sad, her emotions raw like a nasty, noisy newspaper.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Lady Gaga was dead.

Lana Del Rey went back inside and made herself a nice drink of Blue Ribbon.

THE END

she should never perform at the Super Bowl, for her own reputation's sake. We all know she's gonna half-ass it

she should never perform at the Super Bowl, for her own reputation's sake. We all know she's gonna half-ass it