and you know we gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace we struggling and hustling and sending in and getting in and you know we gotta do it
love, oh no! I was insecure, insecure! But when it comes to you and me I can't deny this feeling inside, Oh no, I never felt like this before! This before, oh
, oh oh oh-oh How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside outright Control your poison babe, roses have thorns they say And we're all getting hosed tonight, oh oh
You've left me speechless so speechless And I'll never love again, oh friend, you've left me speechless You've left me speechless, so speechless How? How? How? How? How? How? And
my lead, oh, how I need Someone to watch over me Won't you tell him please to put on some speed Follow my lead, oh, how I need Someone to watch over me
me and mammy know who can really make her go Lady Gaga Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh (When I) P-p-p-poker face P-p-poke her face (I make her say) Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh
Lady GaGa) Oh Ah Oh Oh (Yeah Yeah) Oh Ah Oh Oh (When I) Pa-Pa-Pa Poker Face Pa-Pa Poker Face (I Make Her Say) Oh Ah Oh Oh (Yeah) AH AH AH Oh Oh(When
Her Say (Lady GaGa) Oh Ah Oh Oh Oh Ah Oh Oh (When I) Pa-Pa-Pa Poker Her Face Pa-Pa Poker Her Face (I Make Her Say) Oh Ah Oh Oh Ah Ah Ah Oh Oh(What
search for some T and A Tryna hide what's obvious to see in me We conversate a bit about your DNA And my salmon colored suit from the VMA's Oh you was
me and you finished Callin' me a player, but a nigga ain't trippin' And I ain't sayin' that he don't love you But I don't think he love you like I do
To keep me satisfied You really gotta love your girl You really gotta love your girl, don't let go Show her how much you care You really gotta love your
he say im bad he probably right he pressing me like button downs on a friday night im so pretty like he on my peddle bike he on my Low Starch he on
I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, no, I can'
, that's my attitude Go and do ya thang shawty, no, I ain't mad at you But you can't fuck with me, I'm mo' badder than you My waist skinny, my ass more
Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nail done, hair done Everything did Nails done, hair done Everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh
And he doesn't have to know No, oh, oh, oh, oh No one can do the things I'm gonna wanna do to you No, oh, oh, oh, oh Shout aloud, screaming aloud Let
superstars do You want love? Then let me show you love Give me the key to your heart I can give you what you want When you're waiting around And you
