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(feat. Colby O' Donis)
[Lady Gaga]
A red one
Convict
Gaga
I’ve had a little bit too much
All of the people start to rush.
Start to rush babe.
How does he twist the dance?
Can’t find my drink or man.
Where are my keys, I lost my phone.
What’s go-ing out on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can’t see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what’s the name of this club?
I can’t remember but it’s alright, alright.
[Chorus]
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance.
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth.
How’d I turn my shirt inside out? Inside out babe.
Control your poison babe
Roses with thorns they say.
And we’re all gettin’ hosed tonight.
What’s go-ing out on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can’t see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what’s the name of this club?
I can’t remember but it’s alright, alright.
[Chorus]
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance.
[Colby O' Donis]
When I come through on the dance floor checkin out that catalogue.
Can’t believe my eyes so many women without a flaw.
And I ain’t gonn’ give it up, steady tryna pick it up like the car
I’ma hit it, I’ma hit it and flex until the til done until tomorr’ yeah.
Show me I can see that you got so much in the jean
The way you twirling up them hips round and round
There’s no reason, I know why you can’t leave here with me
In the meantime stand, let me watch you break it down.
[Chorus Lady Gaga]
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance..
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
Go. Use your muscle comin out work and hustle
I got it, just stay close enough to get it
Go slow. Drive it, clean it like so clean it’s been molesto, I got it, and your
popped coll’
[Chorus]
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance..
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M-m-m-more
I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please
Fold 'em let 'em hit me raise it baby stay with me
Love game, intuition, play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that tore his heart
Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hard, show him what I got
Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hard, show him what I got
[chorus]
Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face
(she's gonna love no body)
[x2]
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face
M-m-m-more
I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me (I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun (right?)
Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hard, show him what I got
Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hard, show him what I got
[chorus]
Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face
(she's gonna love no body)
[x2]
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face
More more more more
I won't tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you, 'cause I'm bluffin'
With my muffin, I'm not lyin'
I'm just stunnin' with my low glue gun
And, just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I'll promise these promises
Check this hand 'cause I'm MARVELOUS
[chorus]
Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face
(she's gonna love no body)
[x2]
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face
More more more more
[repeat, etc.]
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Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
I wanna kiss you
But if I do then I might miss you, babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
I love game, I love game
Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Baby three seconds is in it for my heart to quit it
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much, just bust that thick (kick?)
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
through the love game
I'm on a mission and it involves some heavy touching, yeah
You've indicated your interest, I'm educated in sex, yes
and now I want it bad
I love game
Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Baby three seconds is in it for my heart to quit it
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much, just bust that thick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
through the love game
I can see you staring there from across the block
with a smile on your mouth and your hand on your c (huh!)
The story of us, it always starts the same with
A boy and a girl and a (huh!) and a game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
through the love game
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Cherry-Cherry Boom-Boom
GaGa
Boy we’ve had a real good time and
I wish you the best on your way, eh
I didn’t mean to hurt you
I never thought we’d fall out of place, eh eh
I have something that I love long-long
But my friends keep ah-telling me that something’s wrong
That I miss someone
and eh, there’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) I wish you never looked at me that way
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh)
Not that I don’t care about you
Just that things got so complica- eh eh
I met somebody cute and funny
Got each other and that’s funny, eh eh
I have something that I love long-long
But my friends keep ah-telling me that something’s wrong
That I miss someone
and eh, There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) I wish you never looked at me that way
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh)
(Eh, Eh)
I have something that I love long-long
But my friends keep ah-telling me that something’s wrong
That I miss someone
and eh, There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh)
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) Wish you never looked at me that way
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) Wish you never looked at me that way
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
Cherry-Cherry boom-boom
All I can say is Eh, Eh
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We are the crowd
We're c-comin' out
Got my flash on, it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastico
Leather and jeans
garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us it don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-Paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
I'll be your girl
backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah, cause your my rockstar
in between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes
Shadow is burnt,
yellow dance and we turn
My lashes are dry
purple teardrops I cry
It don't have a price
Loving you is Cherry Pie
'Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-Paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Real good, We dance in the studio
Snap-snap, to that shit on the radio
Don't stop, for anyone
Were plastic, but we still have fun
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-Paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
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Hey there sugar baby
Saw you twice at
the pop show
You taste just like glitter
Mixed with rock and roll
I like you a lot lot
Think you're really hot hot
I know you think
you're special
When we dance real crazy
Glam-aphonic,
electronic, disco baby
I like you a lot lot
All we want is hot hot
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys ...
with hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them!
Baby is a bad boy
With some retro sneakers
Let's go see The Killers
And make out in
the bleachers
I like you a lot lot
Think you're really hot hot
Let's go to the party
Heard our buddies' the DJ
Don't forget my lipstick
I left it in your ash tray
I like you a lot lot
All we want is hot hot
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys ...
with hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them!
I'mma ... let's
select a party
Let's get lost in
your Ferrari
Not psychotic or dramatic
I like boys and that is that
Love it when you
call me legs
In the morning buy me eggs
Watch your heart when
we're together
Boys like you
love me forever
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys ...
Boys boys boys
We love them!
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys ...
Boys boys boys
We love them!
We love them!
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys ...
with hairspary and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them!
(We love them!)
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I can't help myself I'm addicted to a life of material
It's some kind of joke, I'm obsessively opposed to the typical
All we care about is, runway models, cadillacs and liquor bottles
Give me something I wanna be, retro glamour, Hollywood yes we live for the
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we gotta taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame fame baby
The fame fame
We live for the fame fame baby
The fame fame
Isn't it a shame shame baby
A shame shame
In it for the fame fame baby
The fame fame
I can see myself in the movies with my picture in the city lights
Photograph my mind and whatever else you'd like to shoot you decide
All we care about is, pornographic girlson film and body plastic
Give me something, I wanna see television and hot blondes in odd positions
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we gotta taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame fame baby
The fame fame
We live for the fame fame baby
The fame fame
Isn't it a shame shame baby
A shame shame
In it for the fame fame baby
The fame fame
Don't ask me how or why
But I'm gonna make it happen this time
My teenage dream tonight
Yeah I'm gonna make it happen this time
Fame!
Fame
Doin it for the fame
Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we gotta taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we gotta taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame
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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rah-muh-rah-muh-mah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Bah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rah-muh-rah-muh-mah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything as long as it's free
I want your love (love love love)
I want your love
Yeah!
I want your drama
The touch of your hand (hey!)
I want your leather studded kiss in the scene
And I want your love
You know that I want you (love love love)
I want your love (love love love)
I want your love
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want a bad, a bad romance
I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rah-muh-rah-muh-mah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your horror
I want your design
'Cause you're a criminal
As long as you're mine
I want your love (love love love)
I want your love (ugh)
I want your Psycho
Your Vertigo stick (hey!)
Want you in my Rear Window, baby you're sick
I want your love (love love love)
I want your love (love love love)
I want your love
You know that I want you ('cause I'm a free bitch baby)
And you know that I need you
I want a bad, a bad romance
I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rah-muh-rah-muh-mah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rah-muh-rah-muh-mah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Walk walk fashion baby, work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk walk fashion baby, work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk walk fashion baby, work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk walk fashion baby, work it
I'm a free bitch baby
I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don't wanna be friends
Je veux ton amour et je veux ta revanche
Je veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! (I want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! (I want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance (I want your bad romance)
(I want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! (I want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! (I want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance (I want your bad romance)
I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
and all your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rah-muh-rah-muh-mah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
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Hello, hello, baby;
You called, I can't hear a thing.
I have got no service
in the club, you see, see
Wha-Wha-What did you say?
Oh, you're breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I'm kinda busy.
K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy.
Just a second,
It's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with
A drink in my hand, eh
You shoulda made some plans with me,
You knew that I was free.
And now you won't stop calling me;
I'm kinda busy.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Can call all you want,
But there's no one home,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
And I'm sippin' that bub,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Call when you want,
But there's no one home,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
And I'm sippin' that bub,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
[Beyonce:]
Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone
won't make me leave no faster.
Put my coat on faster,
leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home,
'cause this is a disaster!
Callin' like a collector -
Sorry, I cannot answer!
Not that I don't like you,
I'm just at a party.
And I am sick and tired
Of my phone r-ringing.
Sometimes I feel like
I live in Grand Central Station.
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls,
'Cause I'll be dancin'.
'Cause I'll be dancin'
'Cause I'll be dancin'
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls, 'cause I'll be dancin'!
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Can call all you want,
But there's no one home,
You're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
And I'm sippin' that bub,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Call when you want,
But there's no one home,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
And I'm sippin' that bub,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
And I'm sippin' that bub,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
And I'm sippin' that bub,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
We're sorry the number you have reached is not in service at this time.
Please check the number, or try your call again
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I know that we are young,
And i know that you may love me,
But i just can't be with you like this anymore,
Alejandro
She's got both hands
In her pocket
And she wont look at you
Won't look at you
She hides through love
en su bolsillo
She got a halo around her finger
Around you
You know that I love you boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing to loose
Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Alejandro
I'm not your babe
I'm not your babe, Fernando
Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and run
Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Roberto
(Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro) x2
(Just stop
Please, Just let me go Alejandro, Just let me go)
She's not broken
She's just a baby
But her boyfriend's like a dad, just like a dad
Draw those flames that burn before him
Now he's gonna find a fight, gonna fool the bad
You know that I love you boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing loose
Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Alejandro
I'm not your babe
I'm not your babe, Fernando
Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and run
Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Roberto
(Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro) x2
Dont bother me,
Dont bother me, Alejandro
Dont call my name,
Dont call my name, Bye Fernando
I'm not you're babe,
I'm not you're babe, Alejandro
Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch,
Fernando
Dont call my name,
Dont call my name, Alejandro
I'm not you're babe,
I'm not you're babe, Fernando
Don't wanna kiss don't wanna touch.
Just smoke one Ciggarette and run.
Don't call my name,
Don't call my name,
Roberto.
(Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro) x2
Don't call my name,
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not you're babe,
I'm not you're babe, Fernando
Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch
Just Smoke one Ciggarette and run.
Don't call my name,
Don't call my name, Roberto.
(Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro) x2
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Silicone, saline, poison, inject me.
Baby, I'm a free bitch
I'm a free bitch
Some girls won't dance to the beat of the track
She won't walk away, but she won't look back
She looks good, but her boyfriend says she's a mess
She's a mess, she's a mess
Now the girl is stressed
She's a mess, She's a mess, She's a mess, She's a mess
Baby loves to dance in the dark
'Cuz when he's looking, she falls apart
Baby loves to dance in the dark
Baby loves to dance in the dark
'Cuz when he's looking, she falls apart
Baby loves to dance, loves to dance in the dark
Run, run
Her kiss is a vampire grin
Moonlight's away, while she's howling at him
She looks good, but her boyfriend says she's a tramp
She's a tramp, she's a vamp
But she still does her dance
She's a tramp, she's a vamp
But she still kills the dance
(Kill 'em)
Baby loves to dance in the dark
'Cuz when he's looking, she falls apart
Baby loves to dance in the dark
Baby loves to dance in the dark
'Cuz when he's looking, she falls apart
Baby loves to dance, loves to dance in the dark
She loves to dance in the dark (in the dark)
She love, she loves to dance in the dark
Marilyn, Judy, Sylvia
Tell 'em how you feel girls
Work your JonBenet Ramsey, we'll haunt like Liberace
Find your freedom in the music
Find your Jesus, find your cupid
You will never fall apart, Diana
You're still in our hearts
Never let you fall apart
Together we'll dance in the dark
Baby loves to dance in the dark
'Cuz when he's looking, she falls apart
Baby loves to dance in the dark
(BABY!)
Baby loves to dance in the dark
'Cuz when he's looking, she falls apart
Baby loves to dance, loves to dance in the dark
(Dance, dance)
In the dark
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(feat. Colby O' Donis)
[Lady Gaga]
A red one
Convict
Gaga
I’ve had a little bit too much
All of the people start to rush.
Start to rush babe.
How does he twist the dance?
Can’t find my drink or man.
Where are my keys, I lost my phone.
What’s go-ing out on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can’t see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what’s the name of this club?
I can’t remember but it’s alright, alright.
[Chorus]
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance.
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth.
How’d I turn my shirt inside out? Inside out babe.
Control your poison babe
Roses with thorns they say.
And we’re all gettin’ hosed tonight.
What’s go-ing out on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can’t see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what’s the name of this club?
I can’t remember but it’s alright, alright.
[Chorus]
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance.
[Colby O' Donis]
When I come through on the dance floor checkin out that catalogue.
Can’t believe my eyes so many women without a flaw.
And I ain’t gonn’ give it up, steady tryna pick it up like the car
I’ma hit it, I’ma hit it and flex until the til done until tomorr’ yeah.
Show me I can see that you got so much in the jean
The way you twirling up them hips round and round
There’s no reason, I know why you can’t leave here with me
In the meantime stand, let me watch you break it down.
[Chorus Lady Gaga]
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance..
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
Go. Use your muscle comin out work and hustle
I got it, just stay close enough to get it
Go slow. Drive it, clean it like so clean it’s been molesto, I got it, and your
popped coll’
[Chorus]
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance..
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Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
I wanna kiss you
But if I do then I might miss you, babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
I love game, I love game
Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Baby three seconds is in it for my heart to quit it
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much, just bust that thick (kick?)
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
through the love game
I'm on a mission and it involves some heavy touching, yeah
You've indicated your interest, I'm educated in sex, yes
and now I want it bad
I love game
Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Baby three seconds is in it for my heart to quit it
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much, just bust that thick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
through the love game
I can see you staring there from across the block
with a smile on your mouth and your hand on your c (huh!)
The story of us, it always starts the same with
A boy and a girl and a (huh!) and a game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
through the love game
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Cherry-Cherry Boom-Boom
GaGa
Boy we’ve had a real good time and
I wish you the best on your way, eh
I didn’t mean to hurt you
I never thought we’d fall out of place, eh eh
I have something that I love long-long
But my friends keep ah-telling me that something’s wrong
That I miss someone
and eh, there’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) I wish you never looked at me that way
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh)
Not that I don’t care about you
Just that things got so complica- eh eh
I met somebody cute and funny
Got each other and that’s funny, eh eh
I have something that I love long-long
But my friends keep ah-telling me that something’s wrong
That I miss someone
and eh, There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) I wish you never looked at me that way
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh)
(Eh, Eh)
I have something that I love long-long
But my friends keep ah-telling me that something’s wrong
That I miss someone
and eh, There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh)
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) Wish you never looked at me that way
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) Wish you never looked at me that way
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
Cherry-Cherry boom-boom
All I can say is Eh, Eh
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M-m-m-more
I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please
Fold 'em let 'em hit me raise it baby stay with me
Love game, intuition, play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that tore his heart
Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hard, show him what I got
Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hard, show him what I got
[chorus]
Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face
(she's gonna love no body)
[x2]
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face
M-m-m-more
I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me (I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun (right?)
Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hard, show him what I got
Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hard, show him what I got
[chorus]
Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face
(she's gonna love no body)
[x2]
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face
More more more more
I won't tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you, 'cause I'm bluffin'
With my muffin, I'm not lyin'
I'm just stunnin' with my low glue gun
And, just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I'll promise these promises
Check this hand 'cause I'm MARVELOUS
[chorus]
Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face
(she's gonna love no body)
[x2]
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face
More more more more
[repeat, etc.]
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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rah-muh-rah-muh-mah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Bah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rah-muh-rah-muh-mah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything as long as it's free
I want your love (love love love)
I want your love
Yeah!
I want your drama
The touch of your hand (hey!)
I want your leather studded kiss in the scene
And I want your love
You know that I want you (love love love)
I want your love (love love love)
I want your love
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want a bad, a bad romance
I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rah-muh-rah-muh-mah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your horror
I want your design
'Cause you're a criminal
As long as you're mine
I want your love (love love love)
I want your love (ugh)
I want your Psycho
Your Vertigo stick (hey!)
Want you in my Rear Window, baby you're sick
I want your love (love love love)
I want your love (love love love)
I want your love
You know that I want you ('cause I'm a free bitch baby)
And you know that I need you
I want a bad, a bad romance
I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
All your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rah-muh-rah-muh-mah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rah-muh-rah-muh-mah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Walk walk fashion baby, work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk walk fashion baby, work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk walk fashion baby, work it
Move that bitch crazy
Walk walk fashion baby, work it
I'm a free bitch baby
I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don't wanna be friends
Je veux ton amour et je veux ta revanche
Je veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! (I want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! (I want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance (I want your bad romance)
(I want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh! (I want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh! (I want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance (I want your bad romance)
I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
and all your lovers' revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Rah-muh-rah-muh-mah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
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Hello, hello, baby;
You called, I can't hear a thing.
I have got no service
in the club, you see, see
Wha-Wha-What did you say?
Oh, you're breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I'm kinda busy.
K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy.
Just a second,
It's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with
A drink in my hand, eh
You shoulda made some plans with me,
You knew that I was free.
And now you won't stop calling me;
I'm kinda busy.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Can call all you want,
But there's no one home,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
And I'm sippin' that bub,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Call when you want,
But there's no one home,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
And I'm sippin' that bub,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
[Beyonce:]
Boy, the way you blowin' up my phone
won't make me leave no faster.
Put my coat on faster,
leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home,
'cause this is a disaster!
Callin' like a collector -
Sorry, I cannot answer!
Not that I don't like you,
I'm just at a party.
And I am sick and tired
Of my phone r-ringing.
Sometimes I feel like
I live in Grand Central Station.
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls,
'Cause I'll be dancin'.
'Cause I'll be dancin'
'Cause I'll be dancin'
Tonight I'm not takin' no calls, 'cause I'll be dancin'!
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin', stop callin',
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin' me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Can call all you want,
But there's no one home,
You're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
And I'm sippin' that bub,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
Call when you want,
But there's no one home,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
And I'm sippin' that bub,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
And I'm sippin' that bub,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club,
And I'm sippin' that bub,
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!
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