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*References to butterflies can be found in "[[Butterflies (song)|Butterflies]]" and "[[Butterflies Pt. 2 (song)|Butterflies Pt. 2]]".
 
*References to butterflies can be found in "[[Butterflies (song)|Butterflies]]" and "[[Butterflies Pt. 2 (song)|Butterflies Pt. 2]]".
   
*A rockstar is mentioned in many songs such as "[[Is It Wrong? (song)|Is It Wrong?]]" and "[[Big Bad Wolf (song)|Big Bad Wolf]]".
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*A rockstar is mentioned in many songs, such as "[[Is It Wrong? (song)|Is It Wrong?]]" and "[[Big Bad Wolf (song)|Big Bad Wolf]]".
 
* The lyric "crying tears of gold" appears in "[[Ultraviolence (song)|Ultraviolence]]".
 
* The lyric "crying tears of gold" appears in "[[Ultraviolence (song)|Ultraviolence]]".
 
* The lyric "when he's bad, he's bad, but when he's good no one's better" is a paraphrased version of Mae West's famous quote "when I'm good, I'm very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better", from the 1933 film "I'm No Angel"
 
* The lyric "when he's bad, he's bad, but when he's good no one's better" is a paraphrased version of Mae West's famous quote "when I'm good, I'm very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better", from the 1933 film "I'm No Angel"
* "Show me what you got" is referenced in many songs such as "[http://lanadelrey.wikia.com/wiki/Caught_You_Boy_(song) Caught You Boy]"
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* "Show me what you got" is referenced in many songs, such as "[[Caught You Boy (song)|Caught You Boy]]".
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* "Texaco" is a gas station chain, which is potentially a reference to "[[Queen of the Gas Station (song)|Queen of the Gas Station]]".
   
 
==Credits==
 
==Credits==
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You got a face like the Madonna,
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You got a face like the Madonna cryin' tears of gold
Crying tears of gold.
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P-pumpin' gas at the Texaco, road to road
Been pumping gas at the Texaco,
 
Road to road.
 
   
You're on the run, oh, baby,
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You're on the run, oh, baby
Yeah, you're on the run, oh baby.
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Yeah, you're on the run, oh, baby
   
I'm not a trick but,
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I'm not a trick but I'm a trick for you
I'm a trick for you.
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You give me butterflies, heart skippin', one, two
You give me butterflies,
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I know you're sick boy, I wanna get the flu,
Heart skipping, one, two.
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I'm runnin' temperatures thinkin' of your love, boo
   
I know you're sick boy,
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Brooklyn move my soul like this
I wanna get the flu,
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Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
I'm running temperatures,
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Come on over, ghetto baby
Thinking of your love, boo.
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(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
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Come on over, ghetto baby
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("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")
   
Brooklyn move my soul like this,
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I know your lips say that you wanna, but your heart say no
Kissing my stilettos,
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But, boy, your hips say that you're gonna when you hold me, hold me
Move your mouth up to my lips.
 
Come on over ghetto baby.
 
(He say "Show me what you got girl").
 
Come on over ghetto baby.
 
("Drop it like it's hot girl").
 
   
I know your lips say that you wanna,
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You're so fun, b-baby, you
But your heart say no.
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Are too much fun, b-baby
But boy your hips say that your gonna,
 
When you hold me, hold me.
 
   
You're so fun, b-baby, you,
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My local rockstar, the Willie B crew
Are too much fun, b-baby.
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I'm feelin' you, boy, you likin' me too
   
My local rock star,
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I'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to you
The Willie B crew,
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You're out there on the grind, now
I'm feeling you boy,
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Come home to your queen, boo
You liking me too.
 
   
I'm clocking chicks,
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Brooklyn move my soul like this
Left and right,
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Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Just to get to you.
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Come on over, ghetto baby
You're out there,
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(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
On the grind now come home,
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Come on over, ghetto baby
To your queen, boo.
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("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")
   
Brooklyn move my soul like this,
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Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos,
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Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Move your mouth up to my lips.
+
Come on over, ghetto baby
Come on over ghetto baby.
+
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
(He say "Show me what you got girl").
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Come on over, ghetto baby
Come on over ghetto baby.
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("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")
("Drop it like it's hot girl").
 
   
Brooklyn move my soul like this,
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We're a match made in heaven
Kissing my stilettos,
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If they're gonna talk, let 'em
Move your mouth up to my lips.
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If they don't think we're good together
Come on over ghetto baby.
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Baby, just forget 'em
(He say "Show me what you got girl").
 
Come on over ghetto baby.
 
("Drop it like it's hot girl").
 
   
We're a match made in heaven,
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When he's bad, he's bad
If they're gonna talk let 'em.
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But when he's good, no one's better
If they don't think we're good together,
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'Cause we're a match made in heaven
Baby, just forget 'em.
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And this kind of love's forever
   
When he's bad, he's bad,
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Brooklyn move my soul like this
But when he's good no one's better.
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Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
'Cause we're a match made in heaven,
+
Come on over, ghetto baby
And this kind of love's forever.
+
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
  +
Come on over, ghetto baby
  +
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")
   
Brooklyn move my soul like this,
+
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos,
+
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Move your mouth up to my lips.
+
Come on over, ghetto baby
Come on over ghetto baby.
+
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
(He say "Show me what you got girl").
+
Come on over, ghetto baby
Come on over ghetto baby.
+
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")
("Drop it like it's hot girl").
 
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this,
 
Kissing my stilettos,
 
Move your mouth up to my lips.
 
Come on over ghetto baby.
 
(He say "Show me what you got girl").
 
Come on over ghetto baby.
 
("Drop it like it's hot girl").
 
 
</poem>
 
</poem>
 
}}
 
}}

Revision as of 07:37, February 28, 2017

A million lights
Cheryl Cole
Writer(s) Lana Del Rey
Roy Kerr
Anu Pillai
Producer(s) Kid Gloves
Recorded 2012
Length 2:48

"Ghetto Baby" is a song by Cheryl Cole released in 2012 from her album A Million Lights. The song was written by Lana Del Rey, Roy Kerr and Anu Pillai of Kid Gloves in 2011. Del Rey's demo of the song leaked on August 8, 2012.

Background

Cheryl Cole confirmed Del Rey would be writing for her album in May 2012. According to Cole, the song was composed prior to the success of "Video Games". The song bares close resemblance to "Match Made In Heaven".

Critical reception

The song was well recieved on Cole's album, but some critics noted that Cole sounded too much like Del Rey on the track.

Cross-references

  • A rockstar is mentioned in many songs, such as "Is It Wrong?" and "Big Bad Wolf".
  • The lyric "crying tears of gold" appears in "Ultraviolence".
  • The lyric "when he's bad, he's bad, but when he's good no one's better" is a paraphrased version of Mae West's famous quote "when I'm good, I'm very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better", from the 1933 film "I'm No Angel"
  • "Show me what you got" is referenced in many songs, such as "Caught You Boy".
  • "Texaco" is a gas station chain, which is potentially a reference to "Queen of the Gas Station".

Credits

  • Cheryl Cole – lead vocals, background vocals
  • Lana Del Rey – songwriter
  • Roy Kerr – songwriter
  • Anu Pillai – songwriter
  • Kid Gloves – producer, vocal producer
  • Mike Marsh – mastering
  • Naweed – mastering

Lyrics

Cheryl Cole version

You got a face like the Madonna
Crying tears of gold
Been pumping gas
At the Texaco road to road
You're on the run
Oh baby yeah you're on the run
Oh baby
I'm not a trick boy, I'm a trick for you
You give me butterflies
Heart skipping one two
I know you're sick boy,
I wanna get the flu
I'm running temperatures
Thinking of your love, boo.

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos move
Your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it's hot girl)

I know your lips say
That you wanna but your heart's a no
But boy your hips say that your gonna when you hold me
Hold me
You're so fun
B-baby you are so much fun
B-baby
My local rock star, The really big crew
I'm feeling you boy, You're liking me too
I'm clocking chicks left and right

Just to get to you
You're out there on the grind now come home to your
Queen, boo.

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it's hot girl)
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it's hot girl)

We're a match made in heaven
If they're gonna talk let 'em
If they don't think we're good together
Baby just forget 'em
When he's bad he's bad
But when he's good no one's better
Cos we're a match made in heaven
And this kind of love's forever

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips

Lana Del Rey version

You got a face like the Madonna cryin' tears of gold
P-pumpin' gas at the Texaco, road to road

You're on the run, oh, baby
Yeah, you're on the run, oh, baby

I'm not a trick but I'm a trick for you
You give me butterflies, heart skippin', one, two
I know you're sick boy, I wanna get the flu,
I'm runnin' temperatures thinkin' of your love, boo

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
Come on over, ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")

I know your lips say that you wanna, but your heart say no
But, boy, your hips say that you're gonna when you hold me, hold me

You're so fun, b-baby, you
Are too much fun, b-baby

My local rockstar, the Willie B crew
I'm feelin' you, boy, you likin' me too

I'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to you
You're out there on the grind, now
Come home to your queen, boo

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
Come on over, ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
Come on over, ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")

We're a match made in heaven
If they're gonna talk, let 'em
If they don't think we're good together
Baby, just forget 'em

When he's bad, he's bad
But when he's good, no one's better
'Cause we're a match made in heaven
And this kind of love's forever

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
Come on over, ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
Come on over, ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")

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