Cola by Lana Del Rey

Artist: Lana Del Rey

Genre: Pop

Length: 4:20

This song is notorious for the opening line, “My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola”, but overall, the song is much deeper than that one phrase. Lana describes in this song how her promiscuity attracts the stereotypical male (desperately sexually oriented with a lack of commitment), even though he may be married or in a relationship. In Nabokov’s Lolita, the young American girl, “Lolita” is mentioned to drinking “Coke” a few times. The song was to be served as one of the singles from Born to Die,...

Cola lyrics

My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola
My eyes are wide like cherry pies
I got a taste for men who are older
It's always been, so it's no surprise
Harvey's in the sky with diamond's, and he's making me crazy
(I come alive, alive)
All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby
Come on, baby, let's ride
We can escape to the great sunshine
I know your wife and she wouldn't mind
We made it out to the other side
We made it out to the other side
We made it out to the other side
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, baby
Woah, oh-oh, yeah
I fall asleep in an American flag
I wear my diamond's on Skid Row
I pledge allegiance to my dad
For teaching me everything he knows
Harvey's in the sky with diamonds, and he's making me crazy
(I come alive, alive)
All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby, yeah
Come on, baby, let's ride
We can escape to the great sunshine
I know your wife and she wouldn't mind
We made it out to the other side
We made it out to the other side
We made it out to the other side
Drugs, suck it up like vanilla icys
Don't treat me rough, treat me really niceys
Decorate my neck, diamanté's ice's
Woah, come on, come on
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, yeah
Come on, baby, let's ride
We can escape to the great sunshine
I know your wife and she wouldn't mind
We made it out to the other side
Come on, baby, let's ride
We can escape to the great sunshine
We made it out to the other side
We made it out to the other side
Come on, come on
Come on, baby
Come on, come on
Come on, baby
Woah, woah
My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ah
My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
My pussy tastes like Pepsi cola
Ooh, oh, yeah

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