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Verse 1:
A Em
You got a face like the Madonna, cryin' tears of gold
A Em
Been pumping gas at the Texaco, road to road
A Em
You're on the run, oh, baby, yeah
A Em
You're on the run, oh, baby
Am D
I'm not a trick, but I'm a trick for you
Am D
You gimme butterflies; heart's skipping one, two
Am D
I know you're sick, boy, I wanna get the flu
C E
I'm runnin' temperatures thinkin' of your love, boo
Em C Em C
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
Em C
Kissin' my stilettos
Bm
Move your mouth up to my lips
Em C
Come on over, ghetto baby
Bm
(He said, 'show me what you got, girl')
Em C
Come on over, ghetto baby
Bm
('Drop it like it's hot, girl')
Em C Bm
Verse 2:
A Em
I know your lips say that you wanna, but your heart's a no
A Em
But boy, your hips say that you're gonna when you hold me, hold me
A Em A Em
You're so fun, b-baby, you are too much fun, b-baby
Am D
My local rock star, the Willy B. crew
Am D
I'm feeling you, boy, you likin' me too
Am D
I'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to you
C
You're out there on the grind
E
Now come home to your queen, boo
Em C Em C
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
Em C
Kissin' my stilettos
Bm
Move your mouth up to my lips
Em C
Come on over, ghetto baby
Bm
(He said, 'show me what you got, girl')
Em C
Come on over, ghetto baby
Bm
('Drop it like it's hot, girl')
Em C Em C
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
Em C
Kissin' my stilettos
Bm
Move your mouth up to my lips
Em C
Come on over, ghetto baby
Bm
(He said, 'show me what you got, girl')
Em C
Come on over, ghetto baby
Bm
('Drop it like it's hot, girl')
Bridge:
C D
We're a match made in Heaven
C
If they're gonna talk, let 'em
Em Bm C
If they don't think we're good together, baby just forget 'em
A Bm
When he's bad, he's bad
C
But when he's good, no one's better
E
Cause we're a match made in Heaven
C
And this kind of love's forever
Em C Em C
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
Em C
Kissin' my stilettos
Bm
Move your mouth up to my lips
Em C
Come on over, ghetto baby
Bm
(He said, 'show me what you got, girl')
Em C
Come on over, ghetto baby
Bm
('Drop it like it's hot, girl')
Em C Em C
Brooklyn, move my soul like this
Em C
Kissin' my stilettos
Bm
Move your mouth up to my lips
Em C
Come on over, ghetto baby
Bm
(He said, 'show me what you got, girl')
Em C
Come on over, ghetto baby
Bm
('Drop it like it's hot, girl')
Written by Lana Del Rey / Rick Nowels