Gaga <3

ciao there sugar baby
Saw te twice at the pop show
You taste just like glitter mixed with rock and roll
I like te a lot lot
Think you're really hot hot

I know te think you're special
When we dance real crazy
Glam-aphonic, electronic, disco baby
I like te a lot lot
All we want is hot hot

[Chorus:]
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 Amore them!

Oh, oh

Baby is a bad boy
With some retro sneakers
Let's go see The Killers
And make out in the bleachers
I like te a lot lot
Think you're really hot hot
Let's go to the party
Heard...

1, 2, 3

Nowhere
Yeah we're going nowhere fast
Maybe this time, ill be yours you'll be mine
c-c-c-crazy, get your culo in my bed
Baby you'll be, just my summer boyfriend
Summer boy

Lets get Lost te can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
Bikini tops, coming o-o-off
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and im not around
Ive got to go oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We'll still have the summer after all

Sometimes, te might start a fight
But Im happy pretending we're alright (alright)
Sun glasses, cover up my green eyes
My martini glistens, yeah
While checking out other guys
Summer boy

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Before te get stuck into what will be an extremely illuminating read, take a few secondi to draw up a mental lista of every massive popstar of the last 50 years. Now start crossing names off. Start with everyone who couldn’t actually sing live, everyone who doesn’t write their own music. Keep on crossing the names off when the popstar isn’t funny o self-aware, doesn’t care about their fans, has never sported a costume made entirely of dead Kermits, isn’t open about...