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You Can Be the Boss - Lana Del Rey

"You Can Be the Boss" is an unreleased song by Lana Del Rey. It was recorded in 2010 and co-written and produced by Joe Henson and Alexis Smith. Lyrics You taste like the 4th of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my I love you but I don't know why You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce Like you a lot, like you a lot, don’t let it stop You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot, don’t let it stop He had a cigarette with his number on it He gave it over to me, "do you want it?" I knew it was wrong but I palmed it I saved it, I waited, I called it The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous I knew it was wrong, I'm beyond it I tried to be strong but I lost it You taste like the 4th of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce Like you a lot, like you a lot, don’t let it stop You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot, don’t let it stop He has a white Corvette like I wanted A fire in his eyes, know I saw it He's bleeding from his brain and his wallet He's sick and he's taken but honest The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips The liquor on his lips I just can't resist As close as I'll get to the darkness He tells me to shut up, "I got this" You taste like the 4th of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce Like you a lot, like you a lot, don’t let it stop You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot, don’t let it stop I need you, I need you, babe Like I never needed anyone You're wrong but you're so much fun You say you treat 'em mean to keep 'em keen, you're not that nice But you taste like the 4th of July Malt liquor on your breath, my, my You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce Like you a lot, like you a lot, don’t let it stop You can be the boss, daddy, you can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you a lot, don’t let it stop Don't let it stop