A, W lyrics
This is a song about being an American woman who has been taken advantage of and used, and is now living in the Ramada, trying to make ends meet. She experiences loneliness and feelings of invisibility, and tries to cope through escapism and partying. In the end, she admits that "Jimmy" only loves her when he needs to get high, and that her mother has noticed her troubles and called out her behavior.
- Copyright: Lana Del Rey, Jack Antonoff
I haven't done a cartwheel since I was nine
I haven't seen my mother in a long, long time
I mean, look at me, look at the length of my hair, my face, the shape of my body
Do you really think I give a damn what I do after years of just hearing them talking?I say I live in Rosemead, really, I'm at the Ramada
It doesn't really matter, doesn't really, really matterCall him up, come into my bedroom
Ended up we F*ck on the hotel floor
It's not about having someone to love me anymorе
This is the experiеnce of being an American whoreCalled up one friend, call up another
Forensic Files wasn't on
Watching Teenage Diary of a Girl
Wondering what went wrong
I'm a princess, I'm divisive
Ask me why I'm like this
Maybe I'm just kinda like this
I don't know, maybe I'm just like thisI say I live in Rosemead, really, I'm at the Ramada
It doesn't really matter, doesn't really, really matterCall him up, he comes over again
Yeah, I know I'm over my head, but, oh
It's not about having someone to love me anymore
No, this is the experience of being an American whoreI mean, look at my hair, look at the length of it there and the shape of my body
If I told you that I was raped, do you really think that anybody would think I didn't ask for it, didn't ask for it?
Didn't testify, already F*cked up my story
Top of this (Mm)
So many other things you can't believe
Did you know a singer can still be lookin' like a side piece at thirty-three?
God's a charlatan, don't look back, babe
Puts the shower on while he calls me
Sneaks out the back door to talk to me
I'm invisible, look how you hold me
I'm invisible, I'm invisible
I'm a ghost now, look how you hold me nowIt's not about having someone to love me anymore (Oh, okay)
No, this is the experience of being an American whore
It's not about having someone to love me anymore
No, this is the experience of being an American whoreThis is the experience of being an American whore
This is the experience of being an American whoreShimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop, Jimmy, Jimmy ride
Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop, Jimmy, get me high (Oh, my God)
Love me if you live and love, you can be my lightJimmy only love me when he wanna get high (x4)
Your mom called, I told her you're F*cking up big time (x2)
Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop, Jimmy, Jimmy ride
Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop, Jimmy, get me high
Love me if you live and love, you can be my light (Mm)Jimmy only love me when he wanna get high (x4)
Your mom called, I told her you're F*cking up big time
Jimmy, you should switch it up, baby, light it up
Jimmy, if you leave the house, find me in the club (Like)
Jimmy, if you switch it up, you should light it up
Jimmy, if you leave the house, find me in the club (Hey)
Your mom called, I told her you're F*cking up big time
But I don't care, baby, I already lost my mind
Jimmy, if I lie it up, find me in the club (Mind, mind)
Your mom called, I told her you're F*cking up big timeShimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop, Jimmy, Jimmy ride
Shimmy Shimmy Ko-Ko-Bop, Jimmy, get me high
Love me if you live and love, you can be my lightJimmy only love me when he wanna get high (x4)
Your mom called, I told her you're F*cking up big time
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Who is the author of the song A, W?
The song A, W was written by Lana Del Rey, Jack Antonoff.
- Who sings the song A, W?
The song A, W is performed by Lana Del Rey.