Lolita
Would you be mine? Would you be my baby tonight? Could be kissing my fruit punch lips in the bright sunshine Cause I like you quite a lot, everything you got Don’t you know? It’s you that I adore Though I make the boys fall like dominoes Kiss me in the d-a-r-k dark tonight (D-a-r-k, do it my way) Kiss me in the p-a-r-k park tonight (P-a-r-k, let them all say) Hey Lolita, hey! Hey Lolita, hey! I know what the boys want, I’m not gonna play Hey Lolita, hey! Hey Lolita, hey! Whistle all you want, but I’m not gonna stay No more skipping rope Skipping heartbeats with the boys downtown Just you and me feeling the heat Even when the sun goes down
I could be yours, I could be your baby tonight Topple you down from your sky 40 stories high Shining like a God, can’t believe I caught you and so Look at what I bought, not a second thought - oh, Romeo
Kiss me in the d-a-r-k dark tonight I want my cake and I want to eat it too I want to have fun and be in love with you I know that I’m a mess with my long hair And my suntan, short dress, bare feet I don’t care what they say about What they say about me Because I know that it’s l-o-v-e You make me happy, you make me happy And I never listen to anyone (Let them all say!) Hey Lolita, hey! Hey Lolita, hey! I know what the boys want, I’m not gonna play Hey Lolita, hey! Hey Lolita, hey! Whistle all you want, but I’m not gonna stay No more skipping rope Skipping heartbeats with the boys downtown Just you and me feeling the heat Even when the sun goes down
JFK You smell like a million roses bathed in rock n roll Ours was the greatest love story ever told Throat like an angel with a voice that was made of gold That’s my baby He was the king of the town with a crown that would never fall A heart that would beat like a bass for his baby doll One in a million, inimitable soul That’s my baby Young or old, summer or cold Young or old, summer or cold You’ve got a way like JFK when you do it The way that you move it Spins me around like a record, baby And you’ve got a soul like no one I know You’re so new at it The way you see through that shit Breaks my heart and it drives me crazy
He was the king of the town with a crown that would never fall A heart like a bass that would beat for his baby doll Mind like a diamond, an inimitable song That’s my baby It drives me crazy… You’ve got it and I want it Late summer nights in July, flaunt it You know that you can always come home to the one who gave you your name ‘Cause I see a light in your eyes It’s so bright and the skies, they open wide for you So come to me, my baby It drives me crazy… It drives me crazy… Crazy…
hundred dollar bill
Twenty of ‘em wrapped up tight in silk Hundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill Nothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill
Jimmy pulls up in his blue Chevy Nova I have been dying for him to come over I’m in my party dress, he say, “You such a mess.” I am the New Jersey Dance Queen, he is the construction king He knows that I be selling the body My man the best cause he knows what’s up He knows it’s a big bad world, knows that I’m a good girl He understands the sale of self (Cause cash comes quick when looks can kill) Hundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill Nothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill Nothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill Hundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill Nothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill Nothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill (Twenty of ‘em wrapped up tight in silk) J. is a romantic roller coaster He don’t do anything he supposed to I like ‘em tough and mean, Jim is the worst that I’ve ever seen
I am the trailer park darling, he is the one-time come-back king He knows that I be looking to die He says, baby, pay respect to the high He knows it’s a big bad world, knows that I’m a good girl He understands the sale of self Cause cash comes quick when looks can (kill) I like your ultraviolent swing I like it when you treat me mean You turn my mood from black to blue I like your ultraviolent swing I like it when you treat me mean You turn my mood from black to blue (Twenty of ‘em wrapped up tight in-) Hundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill Nothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill Nothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill Hundred dollar bill, hundred dollar bill Nothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill Nothing more gorgeous than a hundred dollar bill (Twenty of ‘em wrapped up tight in silk)
Our kind of love It was once in a lifetime It couldn’t last It was doomed from the first time And you Were ‘50s cool In blue suede shoes But it was a cover For all of the trouble You got into I always fall for the wrong guy Things that are bad always taste nice That’s what girls like me do, lose you Don’t tell me it’s over (x2) Hollywood’s dead Elvis is crying Vicious in flames Roland is dying And in the light you’re Sickeningly beautiful Say goodbye you’re Sickeningly beautiful This kind of life
HOLLYWOOD’S DEAD
Wasn’t meant for the good girls Try as I might In the end It’s a cruel world And you Are living proof Sinatra aloof But you were an actor Who only went after The ones who swooned
I always fall for the same type Gangsters in Vegas on game night That’s what girls like me like the limelight Don’t tell me it’s over (x2) Hollywood’s dead Elvis is crying Marilyn’s sad Hendrix is lying In the light you’re Sickeningly beautiful Say goodbye you’re Sickeningly beautiful If you should go before me then know
That I always loved you There’s no one above you, babe Don’t tell me it’s over (x2) Hollywood’s dead Elvis is crying Lennon wake up Cobain stop lying In the light you’re Sickeningly beautiful Say goodbye you’re Sickeningly beautiful Say goodnight you’re So beautiful Hollywood’s dead (x3) Yeah (x2) Cut
back to the basics C’mon Baby, we could go back to the basics Trailer park love, wearing them ASICS and gold I can speak Spanish You can sing for the neighbors You’ve been pretty stupid ever since you got famous Uh-oh, uh-oh, wrong side of the tracks, boy Uh-oh, uh-oh, if only we’d go back, boy Cause nobody does it like you I like the way that you move That’s why I never go through With leaving you Everybody’s saying that you’re no good for me Your friends all swear that you’ve changed But I still keep it O.G This tune could be a reminder of how it all used to be So shut up, and come on, sing our song And let’s go back to the basics Let’s go back to the basics, baby Back to the basics When you’re not wasted, I know you’ll see
Baby we could go back to the basics (c’mon) We were best friends, crazy and shameless in love You can mow the lawn for money I can make you playlists You bought me dimebags Felt like we were famous Uh-oh, uh-oh, best I ever had boy Uh-oh, uh-oh, can you remember that, boy? Nobody knew what we knew We had it figured out too Us against the world just Me and you (ooh-ooh)! We could drive forever, my baby We could leave it all and never look back If you wanted heaven, baby Sit back in my pink cadillac Everybody’s saying that you’re no good for me Your friends all swear that you’ve changed But I still keep it O.G This tune could be a reminder of how it all used to be So shut up, and come on, sing our song (ooh-ooh)
VELVET CROWBAR I was addicted to you, but I didn’t know it You were afflicted by booze You didn’t show it, ah Life is a velvet crowbar Hitting you over the head You’re bleeding but you want more “This is so like you,” I said Put yourself on back to bed You’re like crack to me, I don’t want to leave I’m watching you sleep, afraid you’ll stop breathing My baby’s on his eighth life, darling Staying with him till the morning You’re like crack to me, so fun I can’t see With your golden grill, your purple dream My baby’s on his eighth life, darling Gonna watch him till the morning I was addicted to you, didn’t wanna blow it You were a dick with your crew Always on the road
You wanna touch life so hard Why can’t you give it a rest? You’re not that bright for a star Burned yourself out, nothing left Burned yourself out, nothing left Styrofoam on the microphone Can’t give it up, can’t go it alone Flame-colored paradise for you, darling But death doesn’t come with a warning Life is a velvet crowbar Hitting you over the head You’re bleeding syrup amour Bleeding to death My baby’s on his last life, darling Gonna stay with him till morning My baby’s on his eighth life, darling And death doesn’t come with a warning
KILL KILL
Bound up the stairs I’m in the shower Do you know I am going to leave you? Do you know I am going to leave you? I’m in love with a dying man (x2) I’m in love, lying in the sand I’m in love with a dying man (x2) I have done everything I can Tell me about Ray and his girl Do I know Ray has gone To meet you Love you, I do Stay here, I won’t The stars fade from your eyes One, two Make it fun Don’t trust anyone One, two Make it fun Don’t trust anyone
KInda outta luck I was born bad, but then I met you You made me nice for a while But my dark side’s true You never cared what I did at all Motel singer or the silver pole I did what I had to do Femme fatale, always on the run Diamonds on my wrist, whiskey on my tongue Before I get bad, I gotta get drunk So get over here, pour me a cold one Babe, you can see that I’m danger Teetering off of the stage, yeah Sparkling in sequins, say hey-yeah Time to give in to the kindness of strangers Is it wro-wrong that I think it’s kinda fun When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? My daddy’s in the trunk of his brand new truck I really want him back, but I’m flat outta luck Is it wro-wrong that I think it’s kinda fun When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? My daddy’s in the trunk of his brand new truck I really want him back, but I’m kinda outta luck
Wrong, I know, killing someone It gets a little easier when you’ve done it once You know that I’m fun, you know that I’m young So tell me you’re mine, let’s get it on Babe, you can see that I’m danger Glamorous but, I’m deranged, yeah Teetering off of the stage, yeah I said it really nicely so can you be my savior? I was a dangerous girl You were too nice for this world And now I’m back on the prowl Who wants to give it a whirl? Is it wro-wrong that I think it’s kinda fun When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? My daddy’s in the trunk of his brand new truck I really want him back, but I’m flat outta luck Is it wro-wrong that I think it’s kinda fun When I hit you in the back of the head with a gun? My daddy’s in the trunk of his brand new truck I really want him back, but I’m kinda outta luck
live or die
Baby, you’re my Bugsy Malone, And I’m your suicide blonde. You could be my film noir star, I’m your Queen of Saigon.
Are we gonna be true love suicide? It’s either live or die.
So tonight are you gonna be my soldier? Are we gonna be Bonnie and Clyde? It’s either live or die, boy, It’s either live or die. Are you gonna be my lover?
Baby, I can’t go it alone, ‘Cause you’re the one that I want, You can be my Tommy Mottola, And I can be your Mariah, tiger, Meow!
I can get you hooked, On drugs and desire.
Would you kill for me? I’ll be murderin’ ‘em, murderin’, ‘em Would you die for me? Just for fun Put your hands where I can If they don’t think we’re good together, I’ll be murderin’ ‘em, murderin’ ‘em, See them, put them in the air. One by one Baby, just forget ‘em, It’s either live or die, boy, And let bygones be bygone. Tonight are you gonna be my soldier? It’s either live or die. Are we gonna be Bonnie and Clyde? Baby, I can’t go it alone, It’s either live or die, boy, (Die, die, it’s either live or die). ‘Cause you’re the one that I want. It’s either live or die. You can be my Tony Montana, Baby, you Sylvester Stallone, And I can be your Pfeifer, fire. Are you gonna be my lover? And I could be your Adrian, I can take you higher, With tender lips I got you in the ring, Are we gonna be true love suicide? I can get you hooked, (Suicide, suicide), Just say my name again, On love and desire. It’s either live or die. Say my name again, Say my name again. Hello, pretty baby, I can be your cherry pie. Say my name, You walk into the room, Say my name, My heart goes boom, Say my name again. Send me to the sky.
meet me in the pale moonlight Understand this, I’m not looking for true love tonight If you wanna be my little baby You can meet me in the pale moonlight I been workin’ every day 8 to 9 and Serving coke and fries at the movie blue drive-in If you want me, you know where to find me I can be your one time baby I can be your little dairy queen I don’t wanna care tonight, I don’t wanna fight You don’t have to give me anything Just put your sweet kiss, kiss on my lips now, baby Understand this, I been likin’ you since I was small I don’t wanna get you runnin’ scared When there’s no pressure there at all I been workin’ 8 to 9 every day And think about you almost all the time, all the time and If I wanna see you, I drive by I’m the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean? When you gonna ditch that stupid (bitch) you got? It’s me you should be seein’ Hello-o-o you are lookin’ so fine, so fine Fantasy about you’s like a gold mine, gold mine Askin’ everybody, “Is he mine? Is he mine?” Not quite yet, but I’m gonna get-get him Not quite yet, but I’m gonna get-get him!
WAYAMAYA
He was a big wave surfer Living down by Waimea bay We had a few friends Never thought it would end I remember an all white day With eight story waves He said, “Your eyes are grey” (Beautiful) We were living on Coeur d’Alene On Carol lane, sun Manta Ray Driving in our Mercury down to Waimea Driving in our Mercury Driving in our Mercury down to Waimea Driving in our Mercury I remember we came in May And we changed our names to Lana and Rey We’d be up ‘til the sun rose, ay I’m in gold Lamé, your pink floral haze Waikiki, cove Waikiki, cove Waikiki, Waikiki, Waikiki, cove Waikiki, cove Waikiki, cove Waikiki, Waikiki, Waikiki, cove
Standing on the rooftop Just out of earshot Looking at this gangster guy Thinking he’s a hot shot Pouring me a big shot Trying to get me drunk and high
party girl
He wishes to be seen with me In his limousine And he says we’ll have a real good time Well X-X-O but I want you to know
You don’t get it You just don’t get it You’ve already forgotten even though I just said it (1) I won’t fall in love (2) I won’t ever stop (3) I’m partying all night (4) I’m gonna make it pop Kissing on your light yacht Show me what you got got Play a little rock n roll On an island hotspot Maybe we should dot dot dot (Lose control)
Every single night In the lights I’ll be sparkling bright I’m just a party girl Trying to get my drinks for free from you If you hold me tight It’s alright Let the fire ignite I’m a party girl And I’m just warning you
Do you think it’s really mean That I’m only on the scene Cause I want a little danger boy? Well X-X-O but I told you so
You don’t get it You just don’t get it You’ve already forgotten even though I just said it Came tonight to put my work on display Bringing New York down to St. Tropez
Put your cigarette down Baby light up the town Beside me
But it’s not about us Just forget about us Tonight
SUMMER WINE Strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to A song that I had only sang to just a few She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time And I will give to you summer wine Summer wine Strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring My summer wine is really made from all these things Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time And I will give to you summer wine Summer wine My eyes grew heavy and my lips, they could not speak I tried to get up but I couldn’t find my feet She reassured me with an unfamiliar line And then she gave to me more summer wine Summer wine When I woke up, the sun was shining in my eyes My silver spurs were gone, my head felt twice its size She took my silver spurs, a dollar and a dime And left me cravin’ for more summer wine Summer wine
big spender
The minute you walked in the joint I could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender Good lookin’, so refined Say, wouldn’t you like to know what’s goin’ on
SM your boy Smiler iced out Paid da cost to floss what’s the price now? Fresh out the gutter, the city begged me to rep it Cuzzie I came with collateral, getters get me so f’ it I’ma (spender) I plug money in harrods, I’m bugs bunny wit carrots, Diamonds on my neck n my arm blingin’ with class, Those that always speculated are now beginning to ask are you a (spender) If it’s mines what is it? If it shines what is it? If ur coming at me with goods and you’re tryna pitch it I know it’s cream o’ da crop if it isn’t tell me what is it, I’m a (spender) Cash rules, my flash jewels are monumental Brass fools just act cool with what credentials? It’s second nature, I floss n get it for real Black n yellow diamonds all in my chain I’m definitely I’ll
Let me get right to the point I don’t pop my cork for every man I see Hey big spender Spend a little time with me
Spend time or spend paper, smiler grinds Never spend dimes I spend major, listen I’m That of a baller, I pick n try it to purchase Pull paper outta my anus, it’s blatant buying’s my purpose, I’m a (spender) Red carpets, red camera’s- snap snap, Red cars I said it’s standard, that’s fact Jetsetting and living leisurely, dropping 80 bags on the spot coz I got it so it’s my pleasure b (spender) Strong broads are on fours to see who Concords and tom fords, I’m GQ Gucci belling me “smiler come in to preview All the ish that came today and besides that, we wanna see you” I’m a (spender) English kid, distinguished, talk is cheap Linguistics, bling bling ish, noughts and g’s, Brushing shoulders with movers, shakers n bosses Call if it’s related to getting wagers or profits, I’m a spender
Cashcow, I splash out on things nice, Cash out, won’t back down or think twice Hit the boutiques, cop some for my honey too Repertoire impressive, you comprehending that I’m a true (spender) The streets knows I keep dough, Lace you with peeptoes and neat clothes, How better could it get, competition are bluffing F’ing with the boy wonder I’ll leave you wanting for nothing, I’m a (spender) Ain’t nuttin that no dude can show you, Trips to Florida, know food in Nobu, Keys to convertibles that I place in ur palm Links of London and the Tiffany that I place on your arm, I’m a (spender) Big stones, and cribs, homes, the high-life Big shows and whips, those that I like, When I draw for the Visa leave me alone, I get to swiping F the prices I’m in a league of my own I’m a spender
PRISONER
You bring good to my lonely life, honestly It’s hard for me to look into your eyes When I say that I would be nothing without your love I feel the rush and it’s amazing Maybe I’ve been always destined to end up in this place, yeah I don’t mean to come off selfish, but I want it all Love will always be a lesson, let’s get out of its way Cause I know, all I know, all I know I’m a prisoner to my addiction I’m addicted to a life that’s so empty and so cold I’m a prisoner to my decisions Woooo, woooo, woooo I think I’ve been in Hollywood for too long Cause I can feel my soul burning, feel it burning slow But I would be nothing without the touch I feel the rush and it’s amazing Maybe I’ve been always destined to end up in this place I don’t mean to come off selfish, but I want it all Love will always be a lesson, let’s get out of its way Cause I know, all I know, all I know I don’t know I get so wrapped up in a world where nothing’s as it seems And real life is stranger than my dreams
LOLITA 2012 Written by: Elizabeth Grant Liam Howe Hannah Robinson JFK 2012 Written by: Emile Haynie Rick Nowels HUNDRED DOLLAR BILL 2009 Written by: Elizabeth Grant HOLLYWOOD’S DEAD 2011 Written by: Chris Braide BACK TO THE BASICS 2011 Written by: Elizabeth Grant VELVET CROWBAR 2010 Written by: Justin Parker
KILL KILL 2008 Written by: Elizabeth Grant KINDA OUTTA LUCK 2010 Written by: Joe Henson Alexis Leon Smith LIVE OR DIE 2011 Written by: Jarrad Rogers MEET ME IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT 2010 Written by: Elizabeth Grant WAYAMAYA 2007 Written by: Elizabeth Grant PARTY GIRL 2009 Written by: Elizabeth Grant
SUMMER WINE (Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood’s 1967 song covered by Lana Del Rey and Barrie James O’Neill) 2013 Written by: Lee Hazlewood BIG SPENDER (with Smiler) 2012 Written by: Smiler Cy Coleman Dorothy Fields PRISONER (with The Weeknd) 2015 Written by: Abel Tesfaye Elizabeth Grant Jason “DaHeala” Quenneville
DESIGNED BY JH DESIGN
2016