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Lady Gaga - Telephone (featuring Beyonce) Lyrics

Monday, November 16th, 2009



Lady Gaga - Telephone (featuring Beyonce) Lyrics

[Lady Gaga]
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 hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand 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
[Lady Gaga - Telephone (featuring Beyonce) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

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 hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand 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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Lady Gaga - Bad Romance Lyrics

Saturday, October 10th, 2009



Lady Gaga - Bad Romance Lyrics

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mah!
GaGa-oo-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mah!
GaGa-oo-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

I want your drama
The touch of your healing
I want you leather-studed kiss in the sand
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 it bad
Bad and bad

I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
All your love is 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!
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mah!
GaGa-oo-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mah!
GaGa-oo-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

I want your psycho
Your vertigo schtick
Want you in my bedroom window
Baby it’s 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
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
Bad and bad

I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
All your love is 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!
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mah!
GaGa-oo-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mah!
GaGa-oo-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
Move that bitch crazy

I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don’t wanna be friends

Said I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don’t wanna be friends

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

I want your loving
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your loving
All your love is 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!
Mum-mum-mum-mum-mah!
GaGa-oo-la-la!
Want your bad romance

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Wale - Chillin’ (ft. Lady Gaga) Lyrics

Saturday, September 26th, 2009



Wale - Chillin’ (ft. Lady Gaga) Lyrics

Na Na Na Na… Na Na Na Na… Hey Hey Hey… Goodbyeeeeee… Hey!

[Lady GaGa:]
Lookin at, lookin at, lookin at me
Look at that, look at how they lookin at me
Eyes all sticky like honey on bees
Look at that, look at how they lookin at me

[Wale:]
Yeah DC chillin, PG chillin
My name WALE and I came to get It
Came to get it, came to get it
My name Wale

[Verse 1: Wale]
SHIIIT This how you start of 09
Kickin in the door, and I’m everybody problem
Stuntin in some other Jordan Nines
I got Phil Knight talkin about “How you got them? “
Let’s talk about the cars ya’ll got
You say you got alotta whips, well I got a Lot
I got the right to be cocky
Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me
You niggas mad that you not me
I remain a Giant and your Jeremy Shockey
And if you ain’t heard me properly
If you speak garbage, then we no capice
DC chillin, PG chillin, floor to the ceilin
Stuntin in my Billion-Aire, gear on my
Millionaire Frames, that’s money on my mind, WALE

[Bridge: Lady GaGa]
Get em all, get em all, pack it all up
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Across the pond, they all know us
International… Whoaaaa!
Driving my car to a foreign place
Lookin at me, now they know my face
We want it all now, we got all YESSSS
Look At That, Look at how they lookin at usss

[Verse 2: Wale]
Yea, they keep sayin whale but my name Wal-e
Ho’s call me “Mr. Never Wear The Same Thang”
You redundant, you never ever change
And I’m the same way, M.I.A.
And me Cool and Dre get high like planes
Your man Wale in his own damn lane
Can’t control the box, you are no Mills Lane
Ain’t heard DC since Sardines came
Ha! And I made ya’ll love it
We don’t cop plea’s, but ya’ll don’t cop nothin
Police come around don’t nobody say nothin
And you be with the cops, you niggas is McLovin
Dark liquor till we busted
Till I got a buzz like that nigga Chris Mullen
District Of Columbia
You Bernie Mac funny, we ain’t scared of none of ya!

[Lady GaGa:]
Get em all, get em all, pack it all up
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Across the pond, they all know us
International… Whoaaaa!
Driving my car to a foreign place
Lookin at me, now they know my face
We want it all now, we got all YESSSS
Look At That, Look at how they lookin at usss

[Wale:]
Yeah DC chillin, PG chillin
My name WALE and I came to get It
Came to get it, Came to get It
My name Wale

[Verse 3:]
Dre, pick ‘em, ah, pick’em, I’ll shut em all down
Haters in the crowd, if you see ‘em point them out
Stacks in my jeans, broads on the scene
Folarin be ballin for all ya’ll to see
Ain’t I something? The way I’m stuntin
My material girls give ‘em Arab moneyyy!
LV on my luggage
Them Bammas goin hate, and I love it, fuck ‘em

[Lady GaGa:]
Lookin at, lookin at, Lookin at me
Look at that, look at how they lookin at me
Eyes all sticky like honey on bees
Look at that, look at how they lookin at me

[Wale:]
DC chillin, PG chillin
My name WALE and I came to get It
Came to get it, came to get It
My name Wale…

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Lady Gaga - Eh Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say) Lyrics

Monday, September 7th, 2009



Lady Gaga - Eh Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say) Lyrics

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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Lady GaGa - Paparazzi Lyrics

Monday, March 30th, 2009



Lady GaGa - Paparazzi Lyrics

We are the crowd
We’re c-coming out
Got my flash on it’s true
Need that picture of you
It’s so magical
We’d be so fantastical

Leather and jeans
Your watch 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 you’ll know
I’m staring between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes

Shadow is burnt
Yellow dance and return
My lashes are dry
But with 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, snapped
(That shit on the radio)

Don’t stop for anyone
Were plastic but we’ll 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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Lady GaGa - Love Games Lyrics

Monday, January 5th, 2009



Lady GaGa - Love Games Lyrics

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 my sexy cupid
Guess he wants to play,
Wants to play
A love game
A love game

Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough 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 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?
Are you in the game?
Dans le love game?

Let’s play a love game,
Play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Dans le love game?

I’m on a mission,
And it involves some heavy touchin’ yeah.
You’ve indicated your interest,
I’m educated in sex yes.
And now I want it bad,
Want it bad.
A love game,
A love game.

Hold me and love me.
Just want to touch you for a minute.
Maybe three seconds is enough for my heart to quit.

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 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?
Are you in the game?
Dans le love game?

Let’s play a love game,
Play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Dans le love game?

I can see you staring there from accross the block with a smile on your mouth and your hand on your huh
The story of us it always starts the same with a boy and a girl and a huh and a game!
And a game
And a game
And a game
A love game!

Let’s play a love game,
Play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Dans le love game?

Let’s play a love game,
Play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Dans le love game?

Let’s play a love game,
Play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Dans le love game?

Let’s play a love game,
Play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Dans le love game?

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Lady GaGa - Poker Face Lyrics

Friday, October 31st, 2008



Lady GaGa - Poker Face Lyrics

Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah

I wanna hold em’ like they do in Texas Plays
Fold em’ let em’ hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)
Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he’s been hooked I’ll play the one that’s on his heart

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got

Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got to love nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got to love nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)

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, fun

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got

Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got to love nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got to love nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)

I won’t tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
Cause I’m bluffin’ with my muffin
I’m not lying I’m just stunnin’ with my love-glue-gunning
Just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I promise this, promise this
Check this hand cause I’m marvelous

Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got to love nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got to love nobody)

Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got to love nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got to love nobody)

Can’t read my,
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got to love nobody)
Can’t read my
Can’t read my
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got to love nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
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Lady GaGa - Just Dance Lyrics

Sunday, July 20th, 2008



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Lady GaGa - Just Dance Lyrics

Red One
Konvict
Gaga
Oh eh

I’ve had a little bit too much, much
All of the people start to rush, start to rush by
caught in a twisted dance
Can’t find my drink oh man,
where are my keys I lost my phone

What’s going on, 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, I’m alright

Just dance, it’s gonna be okay da da doo-doom
Just dance, spin that record babe da da doo-doom
Just dance, it’s gonna be okay
Da da da
Dance, dance, dance
Just, just, just, just dance

Wish I could shut my playboy mouth
How’d i turn my shirt inside out
Control your poison babe
Roses have thorns they say
And were all getting hosed tonight

What’s going on, 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, I’m alright

Just dance, it’s gonna be okay da da doo-doom
Just dance, spin that record babe da da doo-doom
Just dance, it’s gonna be okay
Da Da Da
Dance Dance Dance
Just, just, just, 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 gonna give it up, steady try to pick it up like a car
Ima 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 energy
The way your twirlin 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 and…

(Gaga)
Dance, it’s gonna be okay da da doo-doom
Just dance, spin that record babe da da doo-doom
Just dance, it’s gonna be okay
Da da da
Dance, dance, dance
Just, just, just, 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’

Just dance, it’s gonna be okay da da doo-doom
Just dance, spin that record babe da da doo-doom
Just dance, it’s gonna be okay (Babeee)
Da da da
Dance, dance, dance
Just, just, just, just dance
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