The Louvre Lyrics - Lorde

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 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 

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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 

Photos 

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