Fear fun, fear love Fresh out of fucks, forever Tryin' to be stronger for you Ice cream, ice queen I dream in jeans and leather Life's dream, I'm sweet for you Oh God, I miss you on my lips It's me, your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Callin' out: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss You're in the yard, I light the fire And as the summer fades away Nothing gold can stay You write, I tour, we make it work You're beautiful and I'm insane We're American-made Give me hallmark One dream, one life, one lover Paint me happy and blue Norman Rockwell No hype under our covers It's just me and you Oh God, I miss you on my lips It's me, your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Callin' out: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss You're in the yard, I light the fire And as the summer fades away Nothing gold can stay You write, I tour, we make it work You're beautiful and I'm insane We're American-made Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Signin' off: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Signin' off: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss Oh God, want you on my lips (I do, I do) It's me, your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Signin' off: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss Oh, shatter (yeah), oh, shatter (yeah, yeah), oh, shatter (yeah) Signin' off: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss Yeah, yeah, yeah Signin' off: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss Yeah, yeah You heard my baby's back in town now You should come, come over We'll be hanging around now You should come, come over Oh God, I love him on my lips It's me, your little Venice bitch Touch me with your fingertips It's me, your little Venice bitch Ba-back in the garden We're getting high now, because we're older Me, myself, I like diamonds My baby, crimson and clover (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) Oh, oh, oh, oh, whatever Everything, whatever Oh, oh, oh, oh, whatever Everything, whatever Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah yeah, ah yeah (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) Ah yeah, ah (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, (yeah) beautiful losers (yeah) La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, (yeah) beautiful losers (yeah) La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers Back in the garden We're getting high now, because we're older Me, myself, I like diamonds My baby, crimson and clover Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Over and over, honey Over and over, honey Over and over, honey Over and over, honey Over and over If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love
Fear fun, fear love Fresh out of fucks, forever Tryin' to be stronger for you Ice cream, ice queen I dream in jeans and leather Life's dream, I'm sweet for you Oh God, I miss you on my lips It's me, your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Callin' out: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss You're in the yard, I light the fire And as the summer fades away Nothing gold can stay You write, I tour, we make it work You're beautiful and I'm insane We're American-made Give me hallmark One dream, one life, one lover Paint me happy and blue Norman Rockwell No hype under our covers It's just me and you Oh God, I miss you on my lips It's me, your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Callin' out: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss You're in the yard, I light the fire And as the summer fades away Nothing gold can stay You write, I tour, we make it work You're beautiful and I'm insane We're American-made Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Signin' off: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss Yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Signin' off: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss Oh God, want you on my lips (I do, I do) It's me, your little Venice bitch On the stoop with the neighborhood kids Signin' off: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss Oh, shatter (yeah), oh, shatter (yeah, yeah), oh, shatter (yeah) Signin' off: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss Yeah, yeah, yeah Signin' off: Bang, bang, kiss, kiss Yeah, yeah You heard my baby's back in town now You should come, come over We'll be hanging around now You should come, come over Oh God, I love him on my lips It's me, your little Venice bitch Touch me with your fingertips It's me, your little Venice bitch Ba-back in the garden We're getting high now, because we're older Me, myself, I like diamonds My baby, crimson and clover (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) Oh, oh, oh, oh, whatever Everything, whatever Oh, oh, oh, oh, whatever Everything, whatever Ah, ah, ah, ah Ah yeah, ah yeah (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) Ah yeah, ah (La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers) La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, (yeah) beautiful losers (yeah) La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, (yeah) beautiful losers (yeah) La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers La-la-la-la-la-la, losers, beautiful losers Back in the garden We're getting high now, because we're older Me, myself, I like diamonds My baby, crimson and clover Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Crimson and clover, honey Over and over, honey Over and over, honey Over and over, honey Over and over, honey Over and over If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love If you weren't mine, I'd be Jealous of your love
A letra de “Venice Bitch” usa o verão como pano de fundo para retratar uma relação ao mesmo tempo doce e amarga.
No refrão, a narradora expressa a sensação de saudade ao chamar pelo amado, reforçando o tema da conexão frágil.
A ponte menciona um jardim e a ideia de “ficar alto”, funcionando como metáfora de tranquilidade e contentamento ao lado da pessoa amada.
A canção revela o desejo da narradora de se tornar mais forte para o outro, simbolizado por sonhos em jeans e couro.
A narrativa centraliza o medo e o apego, mostrando como o amor pode ser intenso, porém vulnerável.
Todo o texto lírico enfatiza a luta para preservar um vínculo forte, mesmo diante das limitações que ameaçam sua duração.
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