MoneyOh
Love is just a history that they may proveAnd when you’re goneI’ll tell them my religion’s youWhen Punktious comes to kill the king upon his throneI’m ready for their stones
I’ll dance, dance, danceWith my hands, hands, handsAbove my head, head, headLike Jesus saidI’m gonna dance, dance, danceWith my hands, hands, hands above my headHands together, forgive him before he’s dead, because
I won’t cry for youI won’t crucify the things you doI won’t cry for youSee, when you’re gone, I’ll still be Bloody Mary
Love
We are not just art for Michelangelo to carveHe can’t rewrite the aggro of my furied heartI’ll wait on mountain tops in Paris, coldJ’veux pas mourir toute seule
I’ll dance, dance, danceWith my hands, hands, handsAbove my head, head, headLike Jesus saidI’m gonna dance, dance, danceWith my hands, hands, hands above my headHands together, forgive him before he’s dead, because
I won’t cry for youI won’t crucify the things you doI won’t cry for youSee, when you’re gone, I’ll still be Bloody Mary
Love
Gaga, GagaGaga, GagaGaga, GagaGaga, GagaGaga, GagaGaga, GagaGaga, GagaGaga, Gaga
Dum dum, da-di-daDum dum, da-di-da-dadda-da-di-daDum dum, da-di-daDum dum, da-di-daDum dum, da-di-da-dadda-da-di-daDum dum, da-di-da
I won’t cry for youI won’t crucify the things you do, do, doI won’t cry for youSee, when you’re gone, I’ll still be Bloody Mary
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh-ohOh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Líberate, mi amor
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