The Big Book of GaGa, Wendy Bogil [primary phonics txt] 📗

love game, play a love game
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game? Doin' the love game

I can see you staring there from across 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 hump and a game
And I came, and I came, and I came, 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? Doin' the 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? Doin' the 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?
(Let's have some fun, this beat is sick)
Doin' the love game
(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?
(Don't think too much just bust that dick)
Doin' the love game
(I wanna take a ride on your disco stick)
Doin' the love game


Monster lyrics
Songwriters: Dresti, Nick; Germanotta, Stefani; Khayat, Nadir;
Featuring: Space Cowboy, RedOne

Don't call me Gaga
I've never seen one like that before
Don't look at me like that
You amaze me

He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart
(You little monster)
He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart out
(You amaze me)
He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart
He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart

Look at him, look at me,
That boy is bad, and honestly
He's a wolf in disguise
But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes

I asked my girlfriend if she'd seen you 'round before
She mumbled something while we got down on the floor, baby
We might've fucked not really sure, don't quite recall
But something tells me that I've seen him, yeah, before

That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster
That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster
That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster
That boy is a monster

He ate my heart
(I love that girl)
He ate my heart
(Wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell)
He ate my heart
(I love that girl)
He ate my heart
(Wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell)

He licked his lips, said to me
Girl, you look good enough to eat
Put his arms around me
Said, "Boy, now get your paws right off me"

I asked my girlfriend if she'd seen you round before
She mumbled something while we got down on the floor, baby
We might've fucked not really sure, don't quite recall
But something tells me that I've seen him, yeah

That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster
That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster
That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster
That boy is a monster

He ate my heart
(I love that girl)
He ate my heart
(Wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell)
He ate my heart
(I love that girl)
He ate my heart
(Wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell)

He ate my heart, he ate my heart
Instead he's a monster in my bed
He ate my heart, he ate my heart
Instead he's a monster in my bed

I wanna just dance but he took me home instead
Uh oh, there was a monster in my bed
We French kissed on a subway train
He tore my clothes right off

He ate my heart then he ate my brain
(I love that girl, wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell)

He ate my heart
(I love that girl)
He ate my heart
(Wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell)

That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster
(Could I love him?)
That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster
(Could I love him?)
That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster
(Could I love him?)
That boy is a monster

That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster
(He ate my heart )
(Could I love him?)
That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster
(He ate my heart )
(Could I love him?)
That boy is a monster, m-m-m-monster
(Could I love him?)
That boy is a monster


Paparazzi lyrics
Songwriters: Fusari, Rob; Germanotta, Stefani;
We are the crowd, we're c-comin' out
Got my flash on, it's true
Need that picture of you
It so magical, we'd be so fantastical

Leather and jeans, garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us it don't have a price
Ready for those flashing light
'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're my rock star in between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes

Shadow is burnt, yellow dance and we turn
My lashes are dry, purple 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, snap to that shit on the radio
Don't stop for anyone
We're plastic but we 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


Pokerface lyrics
Songwriters: Germanotta, Stefani; Khayat, Nadir;
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
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
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, 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
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, 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)
(Mum mum mum mah)
(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
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-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)


Starstruck lyrics
Songwriters: Dillard, Tramar; Dresti, Nick; Germanotta, Stefanie; Kierzenbaum, Martin;
Groove slam, work it back
Filter that, baby bump that track
Groove slam, work it back
Filter that, baby bump that track

Groove slam, work it back
Space Cowboy just play that track
Gaga in the room, so starstruck
Cherry cherry cherry cherry, boom boom

Rollin' up to the club on the weekend
Stylin' out to the beat that you're freakin'
Fantasize on the track that you're tweakin'
Blow my heart up

Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader
Run it back with original flavor
Queue me up, I'm the twelve on your table
I'm so starstruck

So starstruck, baby could you blow my heart up?
I'm so starstruck
Baby could you blow my heart up?
I'm so starstruck
Baby could you blow my heart up?
I'm so starstruck
Baby could you blow my heart up?

Baby now that we're alone, got a request
Would you make me number one on your playlist?
Got your dirty headphones with the left side on
Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth, uhuh

Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader
Run it back with original flavor
Put the breakdown first
Up into the chorus to the verse, bick a bick a reverse

So starstruck, baby could you blow my heart up?
I'm so starstruck
Baby could you blow my heart up?
I'm so starstruck
Baby could you blow my heart up?
I'm so starstruck
Baby could you blow my heart up?

Hey, lived all my life really, really is that him?
I haven't seen here before, and she got all them big rims
It's it like cash flow, my baby don't trip
Should shawty say hand over your signature right here

Like a just a dotted line, and I'm supposed to sign
How she add it up, a fanatic and I think it's going down
She's so starstruck, the gal all stuck
I shoulda had an overdose on too many Starbucks

Ain't neva seen a balla, paper that stack taller
Stunna soon let the top back on that Chevy impala
Hummers and all that fully loaded with two ballers
What do you call that when you're shawty with two daughters?

But that's another chapter, slow lover bachelor
I don't know me, that's part of the baby actor
Complete swagger, there go the dagger
Got what she want, shawty happily ever after

I'm so starstruck, baby could