Now you've gone somewhere else far away
I don't know if I will find you (find you, find you)
But you feel my breath on your neck
Can't believe I'm right behind you (right behind you)

'Cause you keep me coming back for more
And I feel a little better than I did before
If I never see your face again, I don't mind
'Cause we got much further than I thought we'd get tonight

Sometimes you move so well it's hard not to give in
I'm lost, I can't tell where you end, and I begin
It makes you burn to learn you're with another man
I wonder if he's half the lover that I am

Now you've gone somewhere else far away
I don't know if I will find you (find you, find you)
But you feel my breath on your neck
Can't believe I'm right behind you (right behind you)

'Cause you keep me coming back for more
And I feel a little better than I did before
If I never see your face again, I don't mind
'Cause we got much further than I thought we'd get tonight

Baby, baby, please believe me
Find it in your heart to reach me
Promise not to leave me behind (promise not to leave me behind)

Take me down, but take it easy
Make me think, but don't deceive me
Talk to me by taking your time (talk to me, yeah, talk to me)

'Cause you keep me coming back for more
And I feel a little better than I did before
If I never see your face again, I don't mind
'Cause we got much further than I thought we'd get tonight (talk to me, yeah, talk to me)

'Cause you keep me coming back for more
And I feel a little better than I did before
If I never see your face again, I don't mind
'Cause we got much further than I thought we'd get tonight

Written by: Adam Noah Levine, James B. Valentine
Album: It Won't Be Soon Before Long.
Released: #2007

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Music video by Maroon 5 performing If I Never See Your Face Again. (C) 2008 OctoScope Music, LLC

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🎵 L Y R I C S 🎵:
Mustard on the beat ho!

I was good on my own, that's the way it was, that's the way it was
You was good on the low for a faded fuck, on some faded love
Shit, what the fuck you complaining for?
Feeling jaded huh?
Used to trip off that shit I was kickin' to you
Had some fun on the run though I give it to you

But baby, don't get it twisted
You was just another nigga on the hit list
Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch
Didn't they tell you that I was a savage
Fuck your white horse and a carriage
Bet you never could imagine
Never told you you could have it

You needed me
Oooh, you needed me
To feel a little more, and give a little less
Know you hate to confess
But baby ooo, you needed me

You been rollin' around, shit I'm rollin up
Light and roll it up
Break it down like a pound, shit was never us
Shit was never us
That's the real on the real, are you serious?
How you feel, how you feel?
Used to trip off that shit I was kickin' to ya
Had some fun on the run though, I give it to ya

But baby, don't get it twisted
You was just another nigga on the hit list
Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch
Didn't they tell you that I was a savage
Fuck your white horse and a carriage
Bet you never could imagine
Never told you you could have it

You needed me
Oooh, you needed me
To feel a little more, and give a little less
Know you hate to confess
But baby ooo, you needed me

Album Artist: Rihanna
Album(s): ANTI
Written by: Robyn Fenty, Lewis Hughes, Nicholas Audino, Adam King Feeney, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Charles Hinshaw, Te Whiti Te Rangitepaia Mataa Warbrick, Brittany Hazzard, Derrus Rachel, Kaled Rohaim
Music genre(s): R&B, Pop
Released: 2016
Decade for first release: #2010s

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I told ya, baby
Uh-oh, uh-uh
I told ya, baby
Uh-oh
I told ya, baby
Uh-oh, uh-uh
I told ya, baby
Uh-oh, uh-uh
I told ya, baby
Uh-oh, uh-uh
I told ya

Got up in the club
Posted in the back
Feeling so good
Looking so bad

Rocking this skirt
Rocking this club
Got my middle finger up
I don't really give a fuck

Rocking these diamonds
I'm rocking this chain
Make sure you get a picture
I'm rocking my fame

To be what you wish
You gotta be what you are
Only thing I'm missin'
Is a black guitar

I'm a rockstar
Hey baby, I'm a rockstar
Hey baby

Big city
Bright lights
Sleep all day
Long nights

Baby, I'm a rockstar
Hey baby, I'm a rockstar
Hey baby its

Big cities
Bright lights
Sleep all day
Long nights

Baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Hey, hey, hey

Six inch walker
Big shit talker
I never play the victim
I'd rather be a stalker

So baby take me in
I'll disobey the law
Make sure you frisk me good
Check my panties and my bra

Whilin' out
A crazy house
With my white jacket on
Won't you come
And sign me out

To be what you wish
You gotta be what you are
Only thing I'm missing
Is a black guitar

I'm a rockstar
Hey baby, I'm a rockstar
Hey baby

Big city
Bright lights
Sleep all day
Long nights

Baby, I'm a rockstar
Hey baby, I'm a rockstar
Hey baby its

Big cities
Bright lights
Sleep all day
Long nights

Baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Hey, hey, hey

Heyyyyyyy
I'm rocking out tonight
'Cause I can't wait 'til tomorrow
I'ma live my whole life
In the night
'Cause I ain't got time to borrow
I'm rocking out tonight
Why wait 'til tomorrow
I'ma live my whole life
In the night

I'm a rockstar
Hey baby, I'm a rockstar
Hey baby

Big city
Bright lights
Sleep all day
Long nights

Baby, I'm a rockstar
Hey baby, I'm a rockstar
Hey baby its

Big cities
Bright lights
Sleep all day
Long nights

Baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Oh, baby I'm a
Hey, hey, hey

Written by: Christopher Stewart, Terius Nash, Robyn Fenty
Album: Rated R
Released: 2009

#exhibitionism

Music video by Rihanna performing ROCKSTAR 101. (C) 2010 The Island Def Jam Music Group

Then she said, "Te amo", then she put her hand around me waist
I told her, "No", she cried, "Te amo"
I told her, "I'm not gonna run away, but let me go"
My soul is awry
Without asking why, I said, "Te amo"
Wish somebody'd tell me what she said
Don't it mean I love you?
Think it means I love you
Don't it mean I love you?

Te amo, te amo, she's scared to breathe
I hold her hand, I got no choice, uh
Pulled me out on the beach, danced in the water
I start to leave
She's begging me and asking why it's over

Then she said, "Te amo", then she put her hand around me waist
I told her, "No", she cried, "Te amo"
I told her, "I'm not gonna run away, but let me go"
My soul is awry
Without asking why, I said, "Te amo"
Wish somebody'd tell me what she said
Don't it mean I love you?
Think it means I love you
Don't it mean I love you?

Listen, we can dance
But you gotta watch your hands
Watch me all night, I'm moving under the light because I understand
That we all need love
And I'm not afraid
To feel the love, but I don't feel that way

Then she said, "Te amo", then she put her hand around me waist
I told her, "No", she cried, "Te amo"
I told her, "I'm not gonna run away, but let me go"
My soul is awry
Without asking why, I said, "Te amo"
Wish somebody'd tell me what she said
Don't it mean I love you?
Think it means I love you
Don't it mean I love you?
I think it means I love you, I love you

Te amo, te amo
Don't it mean I love you?

Written by: Tor Hermansen, Mikkel Eriksen, Robyn Fenty, James Fauntleroy
Album: Rated R
Released: #2009

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Music video by Rihanna performing Te Amo. (C) 2010 The Island Def Jam Music Group

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When you ah guh
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn
Meh nuh cyar if him
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting

Dry me ah desert him
Nuh time to have you lurking
Him ah go act like he nah like it
You know I dealt with you the nicest
Nuh body touch me in the righteous
Nuh botha text me in a crisis

I believed all of your dreams, adoration
You took my heart and my keys and my patience
You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration
You mistaken my love I brought for you for foundation

All that I wanted from you was to give me
Something that I never had
Something that you've never seen
Something that you've never been
Mmm-mmm
But I wake up and act like nothing's wrong
Just get ready fi

Work, work, work, work, work, work
He said me haffi
Work, work, work, work, work, work
He see me do mi
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
So me put in
Work, work, work, work, work, work

Ner ner ner ner ner ner
When you a guh learn, learn learn, learn, learn
Before the tables turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn

Beg you something please
Baby don't you leave
Don't leave me stuck here in the streets, uh-huh
If I get another chance to
I will never, no never neglect you

I mean who am I to hold your past against you?
I just hope that it gets to you
I hope that you see this through
I hope that you see this true

What can I say?
Please recognize I'm tryin' babe
I have fi

Work, work, work, work, work, work
He said me haffi
Work, work, work, work, work, work
He see me do mi
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
So me put in
Work, work, work, work, work, work

When you ah guh
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn
Meh nuh cyar if him
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting

Yeah, okay
You need to get done, done, done, done at work, come over
We just need to slow the motion
Don't give that away to no one
Long distance, I need you
When I see potential I just gotta see it through
If you had a twin, I would still choose you
I don't wanna rush into it, if it's too soon

But I know you need to get done, done, done, done
If you come over
Sorry if I'm way less friendly
I got niggas tryna end me, oh
I spilled all my emotions tonight, I'm sorry
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
How many more shots until you're rollin'?

We just need a face to face
You could pick the time and the place
You spent some time away
Now you need to forward and give me all the

Work, work, work, work, work, work
He said me haffi
Work, work, work, work, work, work
He see me do mi
Dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt, dirt
So me put in
Work, work, work, work, work, work

When you ah guh
Learn, learn, learn, learn, learn
Meh nuh cyar if him
Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, hurting

Mmm-mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm-mmm
Work, work, work, work, work, work
Mmm-mmm-mmm

Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Richard Stephenson, Monte S. Moir, Allen Ritter, Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, Robyn R. Fenty, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Rupert Thomas Jr.

Album: ANTI
Released: #2016

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🎵 L Y R I C S 🎵:
Kiss it, kiss it better, baby
Kiss it, kiss it better, baby

Been waiting on that sunshine
Boy, I think I need that back
Can't do it like that
No one else gonna get it like that
So I argue, you yell, had to take me back
Who cares when it feels like crack?
Boy you know that you always do it right
Man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy
Take it on back boy, take it back all night
Just take it on back, take it on back
Mmm, do what you gotta do, keep me up all night
Hurting bad man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye

What are you willing to do?
Oh, tell me what you're willing to do?
Kiss it, kiss it better, baby
What are you willing to do?
Oh, tell me what you're willing to do?
Kiss it, kiss it better, baby

Been waiting on that sunshine
Boy, I think I need that back
Can't do it like that
No one else gonna get it like that
So I argue, you yell, had to take me back
Who cares when it feels like crack?
Boy, you know that you always do it right
Man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy
Take it on back boy, take it back all night
Just take it on back, take it on back
Mmm, do what you gotta do, keep me up all night
Hurting bad man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye

What are you willing to do?
Oh, tell me what you're willing to do?
Kiss it, kiss it better, baby
What are you willing to do?
Oh, tell me what you're willing to do?
Kiss it, kiss it better, baby

I've been waiting up all night
Baby, tell me what's wrong
Go on and make it right
Make it all night long
I've been waiting up all night
Baby, tell me what's wrong
Go on and make it right
Make it all night long
Man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy
Take it on back boy, take it back all night
Just take it on back, take it on back
Mmm, do what you gotta do, keep me up all night
Hurting bad man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye

What are you willing to do?
Oh, tell me what you're willing to do?
Kiss it, kiss it better, baby
What are you willing to do?
Oh, tell me what you're willing to do?
Kiss it, kiss it better, baby
What are you willing to do?
Oh, tell me what you're willing to do?
Kiss it, kiss it better, baby
What are you willing to do?
Oh, tell me what you're willing to do?
Kiss it, kiss it better baby

Album Artist: Rihanna
Album(s): Anti
Written by: Jeff Bhasker, Robyn Fenty, Teddy Natalia Noemi Sinclair, John Glass
Music genre(s): Synth-Rock, R&B
Released: 2016
Decade for first release: #2010s

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My hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely little lumps
Check it out

I drive these brothers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these ices
Dolce and Gabbana
Fendi and that Donna
Karan, they be sharing
All their money
Got me wearing fly

Brother, I ain't asking
They say they love my ass in
Seven jeans, True Religion
I say, "No," but they keep giving
So I keep on taking
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on dating
I keep on demonstrating

My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
You love my lady lumps (love)
My hump, my hump, my hump (love)
My humps they got you

(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
O-On me, on me

What you gon' do wit' all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
What you gon' do wit' all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream

'Cause of my humps (huh?)
My hump, my hump, my hump (what?)
My hump, my hump, my hump (huh?)
My lovely lady lumps
Check it out

I met a girl down at the disco
She said, "Hey, hey, hey"
Yeah, let's go
I can be ya baby, you could be my honey
Let's spend time, not money
And mix yo' milk wit' my Cocoa Puff
Milky, milky cocoa
Mix yo' milk with my Cocoa Puff
Milky, milky, right

They say I'm really sexy
The boys, they wanna sex me
They always standing next to me
Always dancing next to me
Tryna feel my hump, hump
Lookin' at my lump, lump
You can look, but you can't touch it
If you touch it

I'ma start some drama
You don't want no drama
No, no drama
No, no, no, no drama

So don't pull on my hand, boy
You ain't my man, boy
I'm just tryna dance, boy
And move my hump

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My loving got you

(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
O-On me, on me

What you gon' do wit' all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
What you gon' do wit' all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream

What you gon' do wit' all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off this hump
What you gon' do wit' all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work

(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
O-On me, on me

So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
So real (so real, so real)

Written by: Will Adams, David Payton
Album: Monkey Business
Released: #2005
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🎵 L Y R I C S 🎵:
Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine
(Candyman, candyman)
Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Sweet, sugar, candyman)

Hey-hey-yay, uh

I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
He really got me working up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm

He's a one stop shop, makes my panties drop
He's a sweet talkin', sugar-coated candyman
A sweet-talkin' sugar-coated candyman

Ooh yeah, yeah-yeah

He took me to the Spider Club at Hollywood and Vine
We drank champagne and we danced all night
We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (A big surprise)
The gossip tonight will be tomorrow's headline

He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar-coated candyman (Oh, yeah)
A sweet-talkin', sugar-coated candyman

Wah-doo-boo-doo-dwee-dop
Bah-choo-bah-bah-boo-dah
Dwee-dum-bow, bop-bow
Hey, yeah
Yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh, yeah, yeah
(Sha-doo-bah-dee-bah, doo-bah-dwee-dum-bow)
Oh, yeah, dwee-dum-bow

He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet talkin', sugar coated candyman
A sweet-talkin', sugar-coated candyman

Woah yeah, yeah

Well, by now, I'm getting all bothered and hot
When he kissed my mouth, it really hit the spot
He had lips like sugarcane
Good things come for boys who wait

Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine
(Candyman, candyman)
Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Candyman, candyman)

(Sweet, sugar, candyman)
He's a one stop, gotcha hot, making all the panties drop
(Sweet, sugar, candyman)
He's a one stop, got me hot, making my (uh) pop
(Sweet, sugar, candyman)
He's a one stop, get it while it's hot, baby don't stop
(Sweet, sugar...)

He got those lips like sugarcane
Good things come for boys who wait

He's a one stop shop with a real big (ugh)
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar-coated candyman (Say, what?)
A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman (Say...)
A sweet talkin', sugar-coated candyman (Woo!)
A sweet talkin', sugar-coated candyman

Ahh...(Candyman, candyman, candyman)
Eh-eh-eh-eh-ey (Candyman)
Oh, woah (Candyman, candyman)

(Candyman, candyman)
(Candyman, candyman...)

Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine
(Tarzan and Jane were swingin' on a vine)
Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine
(Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine)
Jane lost her grip and down she fell
(Jane lost her grip and down she fell)
Squared herself away as she let out a yell
(Squared herself away as she let out a yell)

Album Artist: Christina Aguilera
Album(s): Back to Basics
Written by: Christina Aguilera, Linda Perry
Music genre(s): Pop, R&B
Released: 2006
Decade for first release: #2000sMusic

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🎵 L Y R I C S 🎵:
Come, Mr. DJ, song pon de replay
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin' some more what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?

Come, Mr. DJ, song pon de replay
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin' some more what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it low, then you bring it up slow
Wind it up one time, wind it back once more

Come run, run, run, run
Everybody move, run
Lemme see you move and rock it 'til the groove done
Shake it 'til the moon becomes the sun (Sun)
Everybody in the club, give me a run (Run)
If you ready to move say it (Yeah)
One time for your mind say it (Yeah, yeah)
Well, I'm ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove, I'mma show you how to move

Come, come Mr. DJ, song pon de replay
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin' some more what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?

Come, Mr. DJ, song pon de replay
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin' some more what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?

Hey, Mr
Please, Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

Hey, Mr
Hey, Mr
Please, Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody in the club gon' be rocking when I'm through
Let the bass from the speakers run through ya sneakers
Move both ya feet and run to the beat

Come run, run, run, run
Everybody move, run
Lemme see you move and rock it 'til the groove done
Shake it 'til the moon becomes the sun (Sun)
Everybody in the club give me a run (Run)
If you ready to move say it (Yeah)
One time for your mind say it (Yeah, yeah)
Well, I'm ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove, I'mma show you how to move

Come, Mr. DJ, song pon de replay
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin' some more what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?

Come, Mr. DJ, song pon de replay
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin' some more what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?

Hey, Mr
Hey, Mr
Please, Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up (Turn the music up right now)

Hey, Mr
Oh, Mr
Please, Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up (Turn the music up right now)

Okay, everybody get down if you feel me
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling

Mr. DJ, song pon de replay (Come, Mr. DJ, song pon de replay)
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin' some more what (All the gyal pon the dancefloor)
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
Come, Mr. DJ, song pon de replay (Hey Mr. DJ, boy)
Hey Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin' some more what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?

Album Artist: Rihanna
Album(s): Music of the Sun
Written by: Alisha Brooks, Vada Nobles, Carl Sturken, Evan Rogers
Music genre(s): Pop, Dancehall, R&B
Released: 2005
Decade for first release: #2000s

#2000s #dancehall #musicofthesun #partyanthem #pondereplay #pop #rnb #remastered #rihanna

Music video by Rihanna performing Pon de Replay. (C) 2005 The Island Def Jam Music Group

Lyrics:
It's murder on the dance floor
You'd better not kill the groove
DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

Oh I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
About your kind
And so, and so, and so, and so, and so, and so, and so
I'll have to play

If you think you're getting away
I will prove you wrong
I'll take you all the way
Boy, just come along
Hear me when I say
Hey

It's murder on the dance floor
But you'd better not kill the groove
Hey, hey
It's murder on the dance floor
But you'd better not steal the moves
DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

Oh I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
There may be others
And so, and so, and so, and so, and so, and so, and so
You'll just have to pray

If you think you're getting away
I will prove you wrong
I'll take you all the way
Stay another song
I'll blow you all away
Hey

It's murder on the dance floor
But you'd better not kill the groove
Hey, hey
It's murder on the dance floor
But you'd better not steal the moves
DJ, gonna turn this house around somehow

Murder on the dance floor (on the dance floor)
You'd better not kill the groove
Hey, hey
It's murder on the dance floor (on the dance floor)
You'd better not steal the moves
DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

Don't think you'll get away
I will prove you wrong
I'll take you all away
Boy, just come along
Hear me when I say
Hey

It's murder on the dance floor
You'd better not kill the groove
It's murder on the dance floor
You'd better not steal the moves
DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

It's murder on the dance floor
But you'd better not kill the groove
Hey, hey
It's murder on the dance floor
You'd better not steal the moves
DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

It's murder on the dance floor (on the dance floor)
You'd better not kill the groove
Hey, hey
It's murder on the dance floor (on the dance floor)
You'd better not steal the moves
DJ, gonna burn this goddamn house right down

Oh I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (on the dance floor)
You'd better not steal the moves
Hey, hey

Album Artist: Sophie Ellis-Bextor
Album(s): Read My Lips
Written by: Sophie Michell Ellis-Bextor, Gregg Alexander
Music genre(s): Dance-Pop, Synth-Pop
Released: #2000
Decade for first release: #2000sMusic

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And after all the obstacles
It's good to see you now with someone else
And it's such a miracle that
You and me are still good friends
After all that we've been through

I know we're cool
I know we're cool

We used to think it was impossible
Now you call me by my new last name
Memories seem like so long ago
Time always kills the pain

Remember Harbor Boulevard
The dreaming days where the mess was made
Look how all the kids have grown, oh
We have changed but we're still the same
After all that we've been through

I know we're cool
I know we're cool
Yeah, I know we're cool

And I'll be happy for you
If you can be happy for me
Circles and triangles
And now we're hanging out with your new girlfriend
So far from where we've been

I know we're cool
I know we're cool
C-cool, uh uh
I know we're cool, uh uh

Yeah, I know we're cool
C-cool, yeah
I know we're cool, yeah
Me and you.

Written by: Dallas Austin, Gwen Stefani
Album: Love Angel Music Baby
Released: 2004

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Fergalicious definition make them boys go loco
They want my treasure, so they get their pleasures from my photo
You could see me, you can't squeeze me
I ain't easy, I ain't sleazy

I got reasons why I tease 'em
Boys just come and go like seasons
Fergalicious (so delicious)
But I ain't promiscuous

And if you was suspicious
All that shit is fictitious
I blow kisses (mwah)
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be lining down the block
Just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

So delicious (It's hot, hot)
So delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock)
So delicious (They wanna taste of what I got)
I'm Fergalicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty)

Fergalicious def-, fergalicious def-, fergalicious def...
Fergalicious definition make them boys go crazy
They always claim they know me
Comin' to me, call me Stacy (Hey, Stacy)

I'm the F to the E, R, G the I the E
And can't no other lady put it down like me
I'm Fergalicious (so delicious)
My body stay vicious

I be up in the gym just working on my fitness
He's my witness (oh, wee)
I put yo' boy on rock, rock
And he be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

So delicious (It's hot, hot)
So delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock)
So delicious (They wanna taste of what I got)
I'm Fergalicious (hold, hold, hold up, check it out)

Baby, baby, baby
If you really want me
Honey, get some patience
Maybe then you'll get a taste

I'll be tasty, tasty
I'll be laced with lacy
It's so tasty, tasty
It'll make you crazy

T to the A to the S TE Y, girl, you tasty,
T to the A to the S T E Y, girl, you tasty
D to the E to the L I C I O U S;
D to the E to the, to the, to the, hit it, Fergie

All the time I turn around brothas gather round
Always looking at me up and down looking at my (uh)
I just wanna say it
Now, I ain't tryin' to round up drama, little mama

I don't wanna take your man
And I know I'm comin' off just a little bit conceited
And I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it
But I'm tryin' to tell that I can't be treated like clientele

'Cause they say she
Delicious (so delicious)
But I ain't promiscuous
And if you was suspicious

All that shit is fictitious
I blow kisses (mwah)
That puts them boys on rock, rock
And they be lining down the block
Just to watch what I got (got, got, got)
Four, tres, two, uno

My body stay vicious
I be up in the gym just working on my fitness
He's my witness (oh, wee)
I put yo' boy on rock, rock
And he be lining down the block
Just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)

It's so delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t-tasty tasty

It's so delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
So delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)
I'm Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t-tasty tasty

T to the A, to the S T E Y, girl, you tasty
T to the A, to the S T E Y, girl, you tasty
T to the A, to the S T E Y, girl, you tasty
T to the A, to the, to the, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)

To the D to the E to the L I C I O U S
To the D to the E to the L I C I O U S
To the D to the E to the L I C I O U S
To the D to the E to the, to the, to the, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)

T to the A, to the S T E Y, girl, you tasty
T to the A, to the S T E Y, girl, you tasty
T to the A, to the S T E Y, girl, you tasty
T to the A, to the, to the, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)

To the D to the E to the L I C I O U S
To the D to the E to the L I C I O U S
To the D to the E to the L I C I O U S
To the D to the E to the, to the, to the, to the, to the...

Written by: Will Adams, Florian Schneider-esleben, Ralf Huetter, Karl Bartos, Dania Birks, Kim Nazel, Stacy Ferguson, Juana Burns, Fatimah Shaheed, Derrick Rahming, Juanita Lee

Album: Fergalicious - Single
Released: 2006
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Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock
(La la la la la la la)

Like a cat in heat stuck in a moving car
A scary conversation, shut my eyes, can't find the brake
What if they say that you're a climber?
Naturally I'm worried if I do it alone

Who really cares cause it's your life
You never know, it could be great
Take a chance cause you might grow
Oh, oh oh

What you waiting, what you waiting
What you waiting, what you waiting
What you waiting for?

What you waiting, what you waiting
What you waiting, what you waiting
What you waiting for?

Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock
Take a chance you stupid hoe

Like an echo pedal, you're repeating yourself
You know it all by heart, why are you standing in one place?
Born to blossom, some bloom to perish
Your moment will run out

Cause of your sex chromosome
I know it's so messed up how our society all thinks (for sure)
Life is short, you're capable (uh huh)
Oh, oh oh

Look at your watch now
You're still a super hot female
You got your million dollar contract
And they're all waiting for your hot track!

What you waiting, what you waiting
What you waiting, what you waiting
What you waiting for?
What you waiting, what you waiting
What you waiting, what you waiting
What you waiting for?

I can't wait to go back and do Japan
Get me lots of brand new fans
Osaka, Tokyo
You Harajuku girls
Damn, you've got some wicked style... go!

Look at your watch now
You're still a super hot female
You got your million dollar contract
And they're all waiting for your hot track!

What you waiting, what you waiting
What you waiting, what you waiting
What you waiting for?
What you waiting, what you waiting
What you waiting, what you waiting
What you waiting for?

What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Take a chance, you stupid hoe

Take a chance, you stupid hoe
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
Take a chance, you stupid hoe

Take a chance, you stupid hoe

Written by: Linda Perry, Gwen Stefani
Album: Love Angel Music Baby
Released: 2004

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He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Joe! You wanna give it a go?"
Oh! Uh-huh

Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (hey, hey, hey)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here (here)

Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya (ooh, yeah)

Creole Lady Marmalade

What-what, what-what, what-what?
Ooh, oh

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (Oh-oh)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
(Hey sista', go sista', soul sista', flow sista')
Boy drank all that Magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets where he started to freak, yeah

Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (da-da-da)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here, ooh, yeah, yeah

Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya (yeah, yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade, uh

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (Ce soir)
(What, what, what?)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? (Ooh)

Yeah, yeah, uh
We come through with the money and the garter belts
Let him know we 'bout that cake straight out the gate (uh)
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm sayin', "Why spend mine when I can spend yours?"
Disagree? Well, that's you, and I'm sorry
I'ma keep playing these cats out like Atari
Wear high heel shoes, get love from the dudes
Four badass chicks from the Moulin Rouge, uh
Hey sista's, soul sista's, betta get that dough, sista's

We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case, the meaning of expensive taste
If you wanna Gitchie, Gitchie, ya-ya (come on)
Mocha Chocolata (what?)
Real Lady Marmalade

One more time, c'mon now

Marmalade (ooh, oh)
Lady Marmalade (ooh, yeah, yeah)
Marmalade (no, oh, yeah)

Hey, hey, hey!
Touch of her skin, feeling silky smooth, oh
Color of café au lait, alright
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried
More (more), more (more), more

Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5 (9 to 5)
He's livin' the grey flannel life
(Oh, baby turns off to sleep, memories creep)
More (more), more (more), more

Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, da-da (da-da, yeah)
Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya, here (ooh)
Mocha Chocolata, ya-ya (yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (Ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? (All my sista's, yeah)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (Ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? (C'mon! Uh)

Christina (hey, oh)
P!nk (Lady Marmalade)
Lil' Kim (hey, hey, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

Mýa (oh, oh, ooh)
Rockwilder, baby (baby)
Moulin Rouge (oh-ooh; da-da)
Misdemeanor here
Creole Lady Marmalade
Ooh, ooh, yes-ah

Written by: Kenny Nolan, Robert Crewe
Album: Moulin Rouge (Soundtrack from the Motion Picture)
Released: #2001
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(C) 2002 Interscope Records

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La la la
La la la-la-la
La la la
La la la-la-la

I just can't get you out of my head
Boy, your loving is all I think about
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy, it's more than I dare to think about

La la la
La la la-la-la
La la la
La la la-la-la

I just can't get you out of my head
Boy, your loving is all I think about
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy, it's more than I dare to think about

Every night, every day
Just to be there in your arms

Won't you stay?
Won't you lay?
Stay forever and ever
And ever and ever

La la la
La la la-la-la
La la la
La la la-la-la

La la la
La la la-la-la
La la la
La la la-la-la

I just can't get you out of my head
Boy, your loving is all I think about
I just can't get you out of my head
Boy, it's more than I dare to think about

There's a dark secret in me
Don't leave me locked in your heart

Set me free
Feel the need in me
Set me free
Stay forever and ever
And ever and ever

La la la
La la la-la-la
La la la
La la la-la-la

La la la
La la la-la-la
La la la
La la la-la-la

I just can't get you out of my head
La la la-la-la...
I just can't get you out of my head
La la la-la-la...

I just can't get you out of my head (ooh)
La la la-la-la... (ooh)

Written by: Robert Berkeley Davis, Cathy Dennis
Album: The Abbey Road Sessions
Released: 2012

If I could escape
I would but, first of all, let me say
I must apologize for acting stank
And treating you this way

'Cause I've been acting like
Sour milk all on the floor
It's your fault you didn't shut the refrigerator
Maybe that's the reason
I've been acting so cold?

If I could escape (Escape)
And recreate a place that's my own world (Own world)
And I could be your favorite girl (Forever)
Perfectly together

And tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet? (Sweet escape)
If I could be sweet (Be sweet)
I know I've been a real bad girl (I'll try to change)
I didn't mean for you to get hurt (Whatsoever)
We can make it better
And tell me, boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?

(Sweet escape)
I wanna get away (wanna get away)
To our sweet escape
I want to get away
Yeah

You melt me down
I'm at my lowest boiling point
Come help me out
I need to get me out of this joint
Come on, let's bounce
Counting on you to turn me around
Instead of clowning around
Let's look for some common ground

So baby
Times get a little crazy
I've been gettin' a little lazy
Waitin' you to come save me
I can see that you're angry
By the way that you treat me
Hopefully you don't leave me
Wanna take you with me

If I could escape (Escape)
And recreate a place that's my own world (Own world)
And I could be your favorite girl (Forever)
Perfectly together
And tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet? (Sweet escape)

If I could be sweet (Be sweet)
I know I've been a real bad girl (I'll try to change)
I didn't mean for you to get hurt (Whatsoever)
We can make it better
And tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet?

(Sweet escape)
Woo hoo, yee hoo
Woo hoo, yee hoo
If I could escape
Woo hoo, yee hoo
If I could escape
Woo hoo, yee hoo

'Cause I've been acting like sour milk all on the floor
It's your fault you didn't shut the refrigerator
Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold?

If I could escape (Escape)
And recreate a place that's my own world (Own world)
And I could be your favorite girl (Forever)
Perfectly together

And tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet? (Sweet escape)
If I could be sweet (Be sweet)
I know I've been a real bad girl (I'll try to change)
I didn't mean for you to get hurt (Whatsoever)

We can make it better
And tell me boy now wouldn't that be sweet?
(Sweet escape)
Woo hoo, yee hoo
(I wanna get away, get away)
Woo hoo, yee hoo

(To our sweet escape)
Woo hoo, yee hoo
(I wanna get away)
Woo hoo, yee hoo
(Yeah)

Woo hoo, yee hoo
Woo hoo, yee hoo
Woo hoo, yee hoo

Written by: Aliaune Thiam, Giorgio Tuinfort, Gwen Stefani
Album: The Sweet Escape (Edited Version)
Released: 2006

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If I was rich girl, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na
See, I'd have all the money in the world
If I was a wealthy girl
No man could test me, impress me
My cash flow would never ever end
'Cause I'd have all the money in the world
If I was a wealthy girl

Think what that money could bring
I'd buy everything
Clean out Vivienne Westwood
In my Galliano gown
No, wouldn't just have one hood
A Hollywood mansion if I could
Please book me first class
To my fancy house in London town

All the riches baby, won't mean anything
All the riches baby, don't bring what your love can bring
All the riches baby, won't mean anything
Don't need no other baby
Your loving is better than gold and I know

If I was rich girl na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na
See, I'd have all the money in the world
If I was a wealthy girl
No man could test me, impress me
My cash flow would never ever end
'Cause I'd have all the money in the world
If I was a wealthy girl

I'd get me four Harajuku girls to (uh-huh)
Inspire me and they'd come to my rescue
I'd dress them wicked, I'd give them names (yeah)
Love, Angel, Music, Baby
Hurry up and come and save me

All the riches baby, won't mean anything
All the riches baby, don't bring what your love can bring
All the riches baby, won't mean anything
Don't need no other baby
Your loving is better than gold and I know

Come together all over the world
From the hood to Japan, Harajuku Girls
What? It's all love
What? Give it up! What?
Shouldn't matter, shouldn't matter
Shouldn't matter, shouldn't matter, what?

Come together all over the world
From the hood to Japan, Harajuku Girls
What? It's all love
What? Give it up! What?
Shouldn't matter, shouldn't matter
Shouldn't matter, shouldn't matter

What happened to my life?
Turned up side down
Chicks that blew ya mind, ding, it's the second round
Original track and ting
You know you can't buy these things, no
See Stefani and her L.A.M.B
I rock the fetish people you know who I am

Yes ma'am, we got the style that's wicked
I hope you can all keep up
We climbed all the way from the bottom to the top
Now we ain't getting nothing but love

If I was rich girl na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na
See, I'd have all the money in the world
If I was a wealthy girl
No man could test me, impress me
My cash flow would never ever end
'Cause I'd have all the money in the world
If I was a wealthy girl

Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Written by: Eve Jeffers, Andre Young, Chantal Kreviazuk, Mike Elizondo, Kara Dioguardi, Mark Batson, Gwen Stefani, Jerry Bock, Sheldon Harnick
Album: Love Angel Music Baby
Released: #2004

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🎵 L Y R I C S 🎵:
Uh-huh, this my shit
All the girls stomp your feet like this

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit

I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn't think that I would hear it
People hear you talking like that
Getting everybody fired up
So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
That's right, put your pom-poms down
Getting everybody fired up

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit

So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers
No principals, no student teachers
Both of us wanna be the winner
But there can only be one

So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all
Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you
That's right, I'm the last one standing
Another one bites the dust

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit

Lemme hear you say this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
This shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
Again, this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
This shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit
Ooh, this my shit, this my shit

Album Artist: Gwen Stefani
Album(s): Love Angel Music Baby - 15th Anniversary Edition
Written by: Pharrell Williams, Gwen Stefani
Music genre(s): Pop, Hip-Hop
Released: 2019
Decade for first release: #2010sMusic

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Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah
Roma, roma-ma
Gaga, ooh-la-la
Want your bad romance

Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah
Roma, roma-ma
Gaga, 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 (hey)

I want your drama, the touch of your hand (hey)
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
Roma, roma-ma
Gaga, 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

I want your psycho, your vertigo shtick (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
And you know that I need you ('cause I'm a free bitch, baby)
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
Roma, roma-ma
Gaga, ooh-la-la
Want your bad romance

Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah
Roma, roma-ma
Gaga, 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
J'veux ton amour, et je veux ta revanche
J'veux ton amour, I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
No, I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh, caught in a bad romance)
I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Want your bad romance (oh-oh-oh)
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-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
(Want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
(Want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance

Rah, rah-ah-ah-ah
Roma, roma-ma
Gaga, ooh-la-la
Want your bad romance

Written by: Lady Gaga, Redone
Album: The Fame Monster (UK Deluxe)
Released: 2009

Music video by Lady Gaga performing Bad Romance. (C) 2009 Interscope Records

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All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh way oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette

Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
Way oh way oh, way oh way oh
Walk like an Egyptian

The blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They've got the moves (oh way oh)
You drop your drink
Then they bring you more

All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (oh way oh)
They're walking like an Egyptian

All the kids in the marketplace say
Way oh way oh, way oh way oh
Walk like an Egyptian

Slide your feet up the street
Bend your back
Shift your arm, then you pull it back
Life is hard you know (oh way oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac

If you wanna find all the cops
They're hanging out in the donut shop
They sing and dance (oh way oh)
They spin the clubs, cruise down the block

All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (oh way oh)
They walk the line like Egyptian

All the cops in the donut shop say
Way oh way oh, way oh way oh
Walk like an Egyptian
Walk like an Egyptian

Written by: Liam Hillard Sternberg
Album: Greatest Hits
Released: 1990

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