Written by Jack Antonoff/Lana Del Rey
C Gm F Goddamn, man-child C Gm F You fucked me so good that I almost said, "I love you" C Gm F You're fun and you're wild C Gm F But you don't know the half of the shit that you put me through Am C F Your poetry's bad and you blame the news Am C F But I can't change that, and I can't change your mood Ahh ah-ah ah-ah-ah C Bb Am 'Cause you're just a man, it's just what you do Bb Your head in your hands as you color me blue C Bb Am Yeah, you're just a man, all through and through Bb Your head in your hands as you color me blue C Bb Am Bb Blue, blue, blue ( C Gm F ) ( C Gm F ) C Gm F Goddamn, man-child C Gm F You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two C Gm F Self-loathing poet, President Moro, can you know it all? C Gm F You're trapped to the walls when the party gets bored of you Am C F But I don't get bored, just see you through Am C F Why wait for the best when I could have you? You ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh C Bb Am 'Cause you're just a man, it's just what you do Bb Your head in your hands as you color me blue C Bb Am Yeah, you're just a man, all through and through Bb Your head in your hands as you color me blue C Bb Am Blue, blue Bb C Bb Am You make me blue---, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Bb C Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh Bb Am Bb Blue, blue, blue ( C Bb Am Bb C )