More songs by Lana Del Rey
Description
Vocalist, Producer, Composer Lyricist: Lana Del Rey
Composer Lyricist, Engineer, Producer, Programmer: Jack Antonoff
Recordingarranger, Producer, Composer Lyricist: Drew Erickson
Mixing Engineer, Engineer: Laura Sisk
Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Dean Reid
Engineer: Oli Jacobs
Engineer: Isaac Diskin
Additional Engineer: Jack Manning
Additional Engineer: Benjamin Schabel
Additional Engineer: Jozef Caldwell
Additional Engineer: Cam Gilfoy
Additional Engineer: Kellie McGrew
Additional Mixing Engineer: Aidan Thillmann
Mastering Engineer: Randy Merrill
Composer Lyricist: Jason Pickens
Composer Lyricist: Caroline Grant
Composer Lyricist: Jeremy Dufrene
Composer Lyricist: Johnny Mercer
Composer Lyricist: David Raksin
Lyrics and translation
Original
He's my white feather, hawk tail, deer hunter.
Likes to keep me cool in the hot breeze summer. Likes to push me on his green John Deere mower.
I know you wish you had a man like him, it's such a bummer.
When I met him, like an arrow, like a bird in the heart, like a sparrow. In the dark, snap, crackle, pop!
I imagine he's just in my bone marrow.
Everyone knows I had some trouble, but I'm home for the summer, and I wanted to know if I could use your stove to cook something up for you.
'Cause you're positively voodoo, everything that you do.
Did you know exactly how magical you are?
Whoopsie daisy, you, yelling, "I love you," out to my white feather, hawk tail, deer hunter.
Take my hand off the stove, hon.
Yahoo, dinner's almost done. Whoopsie daisy, you,
I imagine you do know how absolutely wonderful that you are.
He's my white feather, hawk tail, deer hunter.
Before I met him, wore a bow over three summers. Now it's a ribbon 'round my neck, and it's cherry colored.
I've just been baking, waiting on a spirit hunter. I got a nicotine patch for the summer.
Yeah, I'm a ghost, doesn't mean I feel nothing.
Put it on my ass, no tan line summer. I love my daddy. Of course we're still together.
Everyone knows I had some trouble, but it's been three summers.
I know it's strange to see me cooking for my husband, but. . . It's positively voodoo, everything that you do.
Did you know exactly how magical you are?
Whoopsie daisy, you, yelling, "I love you," out to my white feather, hawk tail, deer hunter.
Take my hand off the stove, hon. Yahoo, dinner's almost done. Whoopsie daisy, you,
I imagine you do know how absolutely wonderful that you are. Whoopsie daisy, do you think it's okay?
Whoopsie daisy to post this sugar cane. Yanks like me, we should have stayed for our friend.
Stick with picking daisies for Instagram. Whoopsie daisy, do you think it's okay?
Whoopsie daisy to post this sugar cane. Yanks like me, we should have stayed for our friend.
Stick with picking daisies for Instagram. Positively voodoo.
Do you think how magical you are? Whoopsie daisy, you.
I love you. Positively voodoo.
Do you know exactly how magical you are?
Whoopsie daisy, you. I love you.