Well, my girl loves Lana
And I love her too
I really like her music
But more cuz I love you
And that's the problem
You're spending more time with her
And I'm starting to get jealous
Cuz I can't get in a word

And it's all "Doin Time"
And babe, that's fine
But what about when you were mine
Girl, let us live
No sedatives
No "California"
No "Venice Bitch"

The "Summertime"
Ain't sad at all
I blame you, Lana
It's your fault
You "Brooklyn Baby"
You "Dealer" you
I don't have a chance
You're just too cool

Well, my girl loves Lana
And I love her too
I listen to her albums
Cuz they remind me of you
And that's the problem
You're not mine anymore
So the next time you see Lana
You tell her...

That I'm single