Released: February 19, 2019
Songwriter: Lana Del Rey
Producer: Lana Del Rey Jack Antonoff
You thought I was rich
And I am but not how you think
I live in a Tudor house
Under the freeway in Mar Vista by the beach
When you call I take my phone to the picnic table
That I bought from the Rose Bowl
And I listen to the rushing cars above
And I think about the last time you visited me
The last time we made love
How the noise got louder and louder during rush hour
Until it sounded like the sea
And it felt like the ocean was the sky
And that I was flying because you were two feet taller than me
Until you took me in your arms
And I could touch the stars
And they all fell down around my head
And I became an angel
And you put me to bed
Happy
People think that I'm rich and I am but not how they think
I have a truck with a gold key chain in the ignition
And on the back it says: happy, joyous, and free
Happy
And when I drive
I think about the last time my friends were driving with me
How the radio was so loud that I couldn't hear the words
So we became the music
Happy
They write that I'm rich and I am but not how they think
I have a safe I call the boyfriend box
And in it every saved receipt
Every movie theater ticket just to remind me
Of all the things I've loved and lost and loved again
Unconditionally
Happy
You joke that I'm rich and I am but not how you think
I live in a Tudor house under the freeway
Off of Rose Avenue, 12 blocks from the beach
And when you call I put your sweater on
And put you on speaker
And chat for hours underneath the trees
And think about the last time you were here lying next to me
How the noise from the cars got louder and louder
During rush hour
Until it sounded like a river or a stream
And it felt like we were swimming
But it wasn't just a dream
We were just
Happy
And I am but not how you think
I live in a Tudor house
Under the freeway in Mar Vista by the beach
When you call I take my phone to the picnic table
That I bought from the Rose Bowl
And I listen to the rushing cars above
And I think about the last time you visited me
The last time we made love
How the noise got louder and louder during rush hour
Until it sounded like the sea
And it felt like the ocean was the sky
And that I was flying because you were two feet taller than me
Until you took me in your arms
And I could touch the stars
And they all fell down around my head
And I became an angel
And you put me to bed
Happy
People think that I'm rich and I am but not how they think
I have a truck with a gold key chain in the ignition
And on the back it says: happy, joyous, and free
Happy
And when I drive
I think about the last time my friends were driving with me
How the radio was so loud that I couldn't hear the words
So we became the music
Happy
They write that I'm rich and I am but not how they think
I have a safe I call the boyfriend box
And in it every saved receipt
Every movie theater ticket just to remind me
Of all the things I've loved and lost and loved again
Unconditionally
Happy
You joke that I'm rich and I am but not how you think
I live in a Tudor house under the freeway
Off of Rose Avenue, 12 blocks from the beach
And when you call I put your sweater on
And put you on speaker
And chat for hours underneath the trees
And think about the last time you were here lying next to me
How the noise from the cars got louder and louder
During rush hour
Until it sounded like a river or a stream
And it felt like we were swimming
But it wasn't just a dream
We were just
Happy
more tracks from the album
Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass - Poetry Book
- Happy
- SportCruiser
- Salamander
- Paradise Is Very Fragile
- Tessa DiPietro
- LA Who Am I to Love You?
- Bare Feet on Linoleum
- Past the Bushes Cypress Thriving
- The Land of 1,000 Fires
- Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass
- What happened when I left you
- Never to Heaven
- Quiet Waiter Blue Forever
- My Bedroom is a Sacred Place Now – There Are Children at the Foot of My Bed
From the album
Lana Del Rey popular songs
- Young and Beautiful
- Summertime Sadness
- Love
- Lust for Life
- Video Games
- Born to Die
- High By The Beach
- Norman fucking Rockwell
- West Coast
- hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have - but i have it
- Cherry
- Mariners Apartment Complex
- Venice Bitch
- Ultraviolence
- Carmen
- Blue Jeans
- Off to the Races
- National Anthem
- Doin’ Time
- Fuck it I love you
- Summer Bummer
- Love song
- Ride Monologue
- Brooklyn Baby