Till It Happens To You Lyrics - Lady GaGa

You tell me "it gets better, it gets better,
in time"
You say I'll pull myself together, pull it together,
"You'll be fine"
Tell me what the hell do you know,
What do you know,
Tell me how the hell could you know,
How! could you know

Till it happens to you, you don't know
How it feels,
How it feels.
Till it happens to you, you won't know
It won't be real
No It won't be real
Won't know how it feels

You tell me "hold your head up"
Hold your head up and be strong
Cause when you fall, you gotta get up
You gotta get up and move on."

Tell me, how the hell could you talk,
How could you talk?
Cause until you walk where I walk,
It's just no joke!

Till it happens to you, you don't know
How it feels,
How it feels.
Till it happens to you, you won't know
It won't be real (how could you know?)
No It won't be real (how could you know?)
Won't know how I feel

Till your world burns and crashes
Till you're at the end, the end of your rope
Till you're standing in my shoes, I don't wanna hear a thing or two
From you, from you, cause you don't know

Till it happens to you, you don't know
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
Till it happens to you, you won't know
It won't be real (how could you know?)
No It won't be real (how could you know?)
Won't know how It feels

Till it happens to you, happens to you,
Happens to you.
Happens to you, happens to you,
Happens to you ( how could you know?)

Till it happens to you, you won't know how I feel.

Bad Romance Lyrics - Lady Gaga

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Roma-roma-mamaa!

Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!

Want your bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Roma-roma-mamaa!

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)

I want your drama

The touch of your hand

I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand

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, your bad romance

I want your love and

I want your revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

(Oh-oh-oh--oh-oh!)

I want your love and

All your lover's revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Roma-roma-mamaa!

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-uuhh)

I want your psycho

Your vertigo shtick

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 it bad, bad romance

I want your love and

I want your revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!)

I want your love and

All your lover's revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Roma-roma-mamaa!

Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!

Want your bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Roma-roma-mamaa!

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 passion 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 revenge

Je veux ton amour

I don't wanna be friends

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!

I don't wanna be friends

(Caught in a bad romance)

I don't wanna be friends

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!

Want your bad romance

(Caught in a bad romance)

Want your bad romance!

I want your love and

I want your revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!

I want your love and

All your lover's revenge

You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Want your bad romance

(Caught in a bad romance)

Want your bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

Want your bad romance

(Caught in a bad romance)

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

Roma-roma-mamaa!

Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!

Want your bad romance 

Brooklyn Nights Lyrics - Lady Gaga

[Verse 1]
I always thought it was you,
You always thought it was me.
We always thought we were it,
Seemed like a real perfect fit,
Those Brooklyn Nights set us free.

I always thought even though,
We were so young we could grow.
Up in the end it'd be us,
We'd take the F or the bus,
Where Brooklyn Nights set us free.

[Chorus]
Its not that I don't wanna love you
Its not that I'm really over it, you know (you know)
Its just that I can't watch us bleed to death
When we used to be
Brooklyn Nights happy.

[Verse 2]
I miss our cheap chandalier
'Member when dad hung it there?
And we would watch Rocky IV,
The one where the Russian scored,
I loved Brigitte Nielsen's hair.

I'd call you my champion
Thought we had already won
And cracked open our last beer,
Falling asleep in our tears,
Those Brooklyn Nights set us free.

[Chorus]
Its not that I don't wanna love you
Its not that I'm really over it, you know (you know)
Its just that I can't watch us bleed to death
When we used to be
Brooklyn Nights happy.

[Bridge]
I found an old pair of
Keys in my purse that opened
The walkup we shared
How did they get there, jerk?
I wanna see you there
I wanna make it work.

I didn't brush my hair
And my lashes are falling
Off of seven years
Of our bad luck dating.
I want one last night there,
A Brooklyn Night affair.

[Chorus]
Its not that I don't wanna love you
Its not that I'm really over it, you know (you know)
Its just that I can't watch us bleed to death
When we used to be
Brooklyn Nights happy.

[Outro]
Its not that I don't want to love you
Cause I really tried, and I
Just wanna hang with the old you
For just one Brooklyn Night adieu.

Have a drink with your former self
We both won't act like someone else
Maybe then we'd both tell the truth
For just one Brooklyn Night adieu

G.U.Y. Lyrics - Lady Gaga

tings Himeros
God of sexual desire, son of Aphrodite
Lay back, and feast as this audio guides you through new and exciting positions

[Verse 1:]
I wanna be the girl under you (oh yeah)
I wanna be your G.U.Y. (yeah)
I wanna be the grave and earth you (oh yeah)
Our sex doesn't tell us no lies

[Pre-Chorus:]
I'm gonna wear the tie, want the power to leave you
I'm aiming for full control of this love (of this love)
Touch me, touch me, don't be sweet
Love me, love me, please retweet
Let me be the girl under you that makes you cry

[Chorus:]
I wanna be that guy (G.U.Y.)
I wanna be that guy (G.U.Y.)
I wanna be that guy (G.U.Y.)
The girl under you (G.U.Y.)

[Verse 2:]
I'm gonna say the word
And own you
You'll be my (G.I.R.L.)
Guy, I'm romancin' loves to hold you
Know, you'll wear my make-up well

[Pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
I don't need to be on top
To know I'm worth it
'Cause I'm strong enough to know the truth
I just want it to be hot
Because I'm best when I'm in love
And I'm in love with you

(G.U.Y.)
Touch me, touch me
(G.U.Y.)
Mount your goddess
Touch me, touch me
(G.U.Y.)
As summer and moon comes into full phase
Get on top of me
(G.U.Y.)
And Mars' warring spirit rams into the atmosphere

Touch me, touch me, don't be shy
I'm in charge like a G.U.Y.
I'll lay down face up this time
Under you like a G.U.Y.

[Chorus:]
I wanna be that guy (G.U.Y.)
I wanna be that guy (G.U.Y.)
I wanna be that guy (G.U.Y.)
The girl under you G.U.Y.
I wanna be that guy (G.U.Y.)
I'll wrap you right up guy (G.U.Y.)
I'll lie down face up guy (G.U.Y.)
The girl under you G.U.Y.

(Achtzehn
Sechszehn)
Fourteen
Vierzehn
Drei
Eins
Nein Zedd! [4x]

Applause Lyrics - Lady Gaga

I stand here waiting for you to bang the gong

To crash the critic saying, "is it right or is it wrong?"

If only fame had an IV, baby could I bear

Being away from you, I found the vein, put it in here

I live for the applause, applause, applause

I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause

Live for the way that cheer and scream for me

The applause, applause, applause

Give me that thing that I love

(Turn the lights on)

Put your hands up, make ’em touch

(Make it real loud)

Give me that thing that I love

(Turn the lights on)

Put your hands up, make ’em touch

(Make it real loud)

A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E

Make it real loud

Put your hands up, make ’em touch, touch

A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E

Make it real loud

Put your hands up, make ’em touch, touch

I’ve overheard your theory

"Nostalgia’s for geeks"

I guess sir, if you say so

Some of us just like to read

One second I’m a kunst

Then suddenly the kunst is me

Pop culture was in art

Now, art’s in pop culture in me

I live for the applause, applause, applause

I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause

Live for the way that cheer and scream for me

The applause, applause, applause

Give me that thing that I love

(Turn the lights on)

Put your hands up, make ’em touch

(Make it real loud)

Give me that thing that I love

(Turn the lights on)

Put your hands up, make ’em touch

(Make it real loud)

A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E

Make it real loud

Put your hands up, make ’em touch, touch

A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E

Make it real loud

Put your hands up, make ’em touch, touch

Touch, touch

Touch, touch, now

I live for the applause, applause, applause

I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause

Live for the way that cheer and scream for me

The applause, applause, applause

Give me that thing that I love

(Turn the lights on)

Put your hands up, make ’em touch

(Make it real loud)

Give me that thing that I love

(Turn the lights on)

Put your hands up, make ’em touch

(Make it real loud)

A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E

Make it real loud

Put your hands up, make ’em touch, touch

A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E

Make it real loud

Put your hands up, make ’em touch, touch

A-R-T-P-O-P