«Fishtail» de Lana Del Rey es una canción de amor desgarradora sobre una relación que se desmorona. La canción describe la tristeza y la soledad que siente la cantante al ver como su amor se desvanece. La melodía es suave y melancólica, con una letra poética y profunda que refleja los sentimientos de la cantante.
Don’t you dare say that you’ll braid my hair, babe
If you don’t really care
You wanted me sadder
You wanted me sadder
Fishtail, what’s the matter? Ah-ah-ah
Skipping rope in the bayou, bayou
Slip softly in terrain
Not that smart, but I’ve got things to say
Palm trees in black and white
I like to watch them sway
You’re so funny
I wish I could skinny dip inside your mind
Lately, I’ve been thinking about how things used to be
Swinging in a nightgown underneath the old oak tree
Almost Victorian with you, you can talk to me
But lately I can see
You wanted me sadder (baby)
You wanted me sadder
Can’t you see?
For me, you are the one and if I’m not the one for you
Don’t you say it
I was on the stairs, Ella Fitzgerald in the air
Feeling hella rare
Baby, if you care
Baby, don’t you dare say
You’ll braid my hair, babe
Don’t you dare say that you’ll braid my hair, babe
If you don’t really care
You wanted me sadder
Dancing there in the hot, hot Sun
I know that we’ve got problems
I plan to address them another day
Palm trees in black and white
I see in technicolor
Maybe I’ll take my glasses off, so I stop painting red flags green
Lately, I’ve been sunning in the LA river bed
Wearing nothing but the summer bruises on my knees
I like how you talk, how you speak, how you look at me
But lately I can see
You wanted me sadder (baby)
You wanted me sadder
You wanted me sadder
Can’t you see it?
For me, you are the one and if I’m not the one for you
Don’t just say it
I was on the stairs, Ella Fitzgerald in the air
Feeling hella rare
Baby, if you care
Baby, don’t you dare say
You’ll braid my hair, see
Baby, if you care, then (don’t you dare say that you’ll braid my hair, see)
Baby, don’t you dare say that you really care
Don’t you dare say that you’ll braid my hair
When you get home tonight if you don’t really care
Yeah, don’t you dare say that you’ll braid my hair, babe
If don’t really care, see, don’t you braid my hair
If you’re not coming home to me, mmm
You want someone sadder
Skipping rope in the bayou, bayou
Slip softly in terrain
I’m not that smart, but I’ve got things to say