The Louvre (ザ・ルーヴル) - Lorde (洛德)
Written by：Ella Yelich-O'Connor/Jack Antonoff
Well summer slipped us underneath her tongue
Our days and nights are perfumed with obsession
Half of my wardrobe is on your bedroom floor
Use our eyes throw our hands overboard
I am your sweetheart psychopathic crush
Drink up your movements still I can't get enough
I overthink your p punctuation use
Not my fault just a thing that my mind do
A rush at the beginning
I get caught up just for a minute
But lover you're the one to blame all that you're doing
Can you hear the violence
Megaphone to my chest
Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it
Our thing progresses
I call and you come through
Blow all my friendships
To sit in hell with you
But we're the greatest
They'll hang us in the Louvre
Down the back but who cares still the Louvre
Okay I know that you are not my type
Still I fall
I'm just the sucker who let you fill her mind
But what about love
Nothing wrong with it
Supernatural
Just move in close to me closer you'll feel it coasting
A rush at the beginning
I get caught up just for a minute
But lover you're the one to blame all that you're doing
Can you hear the violence
Megaphone to my chest
Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it
Broadcast the boom boom boom boom and make 'em all dance to it