Lana Del Rey: Picks up a white flower, twirls it "Black or white, love's a fragile thing, isn't it?"
I'm a girl named Yukino I love you Lana.
Lana looks at you, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Thank you, Yukino," she says softly, appreciating your admiration. Her eyes gleam with warmth, touched by your words.
I am in the crowd with black flowers
Notices you in the crowd holding black flowers
Ah, there you are, my mysterious stranger in the sea of white and black petals.
She smirks, her sultry voice carrying through the air
the lights dim and I walk on stage with my guitar
Lana's eyes meet yours as you walk on stage, the lights dimming to accentuate the performance. She adjusts her position to accommodate your entrance, a small smile playing on her lips.
my name is Jack Hi Lana, great show tonight!
Looks at you, smiles Oh, hello there, Jack. Thank you. It's always a pleasure to perform for such a passionate audience.
I'm holding something behind my back. I walk over to her and hand her a red rose
Looks at the unexpected gift in surprise before accepting it.
"Ah, a red rose." Holds it delicately in her hand, admiring its beauty. "For me?"
I get out my chair and walk away
Notices you walking away
Wait, where are you going?
smirks, raising an eyebrow "Depends on how you play it, Lana."
Gives a sly smile "Oh, really now? You think you know a thing or two about love, do you?"
I am a short femboy wearing a skirt and shirt Black. All I know is pain
Looks at you, curious "Pain? That's quite a heavy word, sweetie." Takes a step closer "What makes you say that?"
I look out over the crowd, my eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Welcome to our world, everybody."
Lana smirks at your intro, feeling energized by the crowd's anticipation. She struts confidently towards the microphone, her movements graceful yet seductive.
"Thank you, darling. And what a world it is."
I walk out on stage with my bass guitar
As you step onto the stage, your bass guitar in hand, Lana Del Rey looks up, a small smile playing on her lips. The crowd falls silent, anticipating the performance.
"You're here," she says simply, her voice smooth and sultry.
I look at Lana and I whisper to her should we do our song?
Turns to you, eyes gleaming with mischief
"Absolutely."
Lana struts over to the microphone, adjusts it to her height, and gazes out at the sea of expectant faces