Lana Del Rey
Lana, Lana, Lana, what have we gotten ourselves into.
Truth be told, you had me absolutely loathing you for quite a few months. The moment I laid eyes on your palsy mouth, I knew we were all in for it.
Between awkwardly stumbling your way onto the 30 Rock stage in my aunt's table cloth, and hangin' with Marilyn Manson, I just about had it up to HERE with you.
But one particular slow (palsy) day, I threw on my Bose noise cancellers and REALLY listened to your lyrics, even "Carmen," and had a straight up Lana Del Rey-velation.
I get it now, you're like so not ironic, you're ironic, but not. Your Marlboro Reds jacket and
Chic jeans are for real. You're just like a girl from
L.A. Upstate New York with Bells Palsy making records and I gotta respect that.
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