Ok, devo dire la verità, una volta constatato il successo scatenato da questo curioso personaggio, Lady GaGa, stilosetta ventiduenne ItaloAmericana, i primi posti su Billboard, le programmazioni su MTV, la collaborazione con l'ultracommerciale Akon, il look di facciata 80's con tanto di parrucca, le decine di forumfree a cura di ragazzine ti-erre-ellose che sono cominciati a spuntare come funghi sul web, le discutibili press photo e quant'altro mi sono detto: "ecco qui l'ennesima figa costruita su misura che da via il culo pur di stampare l'ennesimo discaccio e passare su quella spazzatura chiamata MTV."
I presupposti in realtà oltre quelli già elencati c'erano tutti e non facevano che confermare quanto mi ero pronosticato: si dichiara bisex (aridaje, come la pessima collega Katy Perry e altre meteorine del musicbiz di cui ho francamente perso conto e tracce, curioso questo volersi presentare per forza come alternative o anticonformiste!), la scelta del curioso nome ispirato alla nota canzone dei Queen (ho subito pensato ad un abile mossa commerciale e paraculo), a questo si aggiunge un debut-single tormentone ("Just Dance") sì carino, sì ben fatto, ma dannatamente costruita a tavolino, spudoratamente clonato dal trend Americano del momento, ossia produzioni uptempo a metà strada tra urban e soft dance, sulla falsariga di Rihanna, Ne-Yo e via dicendo, senza contare il testo non proprio intelligente su cui si incentrava "Just Dance" (una ragazza che se la spassa in un club ubriacandosi fino a non ricordare il nome del locale in cui si trova.)
Non è finita qui: aggiungiamo all'improbabile lista anche la label che edita il disco (InterscopeRecord), che dopo un glorioso passato, ad oggi tra gli artisti sottocontratto "vanta" gente "del calibro" di The Pussycat Dolls, NERD, Marylin Manson, Gwen Stefani; inoltre Lady Gaga inizia la carriera proprio come autrice di alcuni testi per le già citate PCD e udite udite... Britney Spears. Insomma, sono spesso e volentieri tentennante verso questa tipologia di prodotti stracommerciali, ma daltronde bisogna comprendermi, con queste premesse cosa potevo aspettarmi?!
Invece con "The Fame" mi sono dovuto ricredere, ho riscontrato una piacevolissima sorpresa! L'album (prodotto da RedOne e Rob Fusari) è uno squisito surrogato di raffinate sonorità Pop, Dance, Urban, Disco, Elettronica con innumerevoli contaminazioni Eighties.
I punti di forza del platter sono senza dubbio i fortissimi e altamente radiofonici ritornelli (minimo il 70% dei brani sono potenziali smash-hit, i primi due singoli estratti stanno già sostenendo la mia impressione), e la fresca giovanile voce sexy e stuzzicante di Stefania Gabriella Germanotta (è questo il vero nome di Lady GaGa), da non confondere con altre stelline coetanee largamente più scadenti (è facile pensare a fenomeni da baraccone quali Hilary Duff e Miley Cyrus). A completare questo quadretto ci pensano le produzioni, seducenti sonorità di classe che strizzano l'occhio ora agli anni 80's , ora all'R&B del momento, ora alla dance più ballabile. Ben fatte e sempre in primo piano le parti ritmiche, funzionanti e catturanti, mai troppo spinte come vogliono i dettami della perfetta produzione-hit odierna (Timbaland, Neptunes, Will.I.Am per citare alcuni dei nomi più in voga.)
"The Fame" si apre con la Hit di questa estate "Just Dance", singolo di debutto che vede la collaborazione di Colby O'Donis e Akon, presente con i suoi backing vocals. Andato fortissimo in USA e discretamente anche da noi si impone già dall'ìnizio come il brano di punta di questa creazione. Lo stile è quello che ritroveremo in gran parte dell'album, un gradevole electro-pop-dance composto da linee di basso elettroniche, beat in 4/4, arpeggi sintetizzati, abuso di coretti, ottimi bridge che sfociano in un ballabilissimo ritornello (non è un caso se il pezzo si è imposto anche nei club), e non ultimo un efficiente ritornello che non si toglie più dalla testa.
Con "Lovegame" i BPM calano, il ritmo diventa Nu-Hip-Hop" (consentitemi il termine), le sonorità elettroniche non ci lasciano, ma adesso fanno capolinea percussioni e bridge orientaleggianti che tanto sembrano andare nelle produzioni attuali. "Paparazzi" è uno dei picchi maggiori dell'album, qui l'elettronica è presente più che mai, il beat è validissimo, vero punto di forza del brano, il ritornello adorabile, linee di basso electro e pad vintage-oriented immancabili, sicuramente singolo e possibile hit dei mesi che verranno.
Via di 3000 Hz Lady GaGa al telefono ci anticipa il ritornello della traccia "Beautiful,Dirty,Rich", elegantissima upbeat dai toni Funky. Affascinante. "Eh Eh" è un brano solare, festoso e spensierato che spezza un po il mood vintage sin qui riscontrato, largamente caraibica risulta un interessante miscuglio che unisce i classici elementi esotici a moderni tappeti sintetizzati avanguardisti. Proseguendo si incontra "Poker Face", l'esatta fotocopia di "Just Dance", scelto come secondo singolo si distingue dalla sua collega solamente per la linea vocale più maliziosa e provocante e per il pulsante giro di basso che ne fa un altro pezzo molto adatto ai club. Più o meno sulla stessa lunghezza d'onda la titletrack "The Fame" e "Money Honey", la prima riprende gli elementi funky lasciati con "Beautiful Dirty Rich" tuttavia si presenta già da subito come il pezzo più debole del prodotto, la seconda è il brano più dance di "The Fame" che fa leva sull'ennesimo ritornello strafunzionante e su atmosfere sempre più vintage.
Sì, ci avvia ad un lavoro del tutto differente da quanto ascoltato fino ad ora, abbandonate le influenze dance ed electro ecco la cadenzata "Again Again", sembra ricalcare in toto le vecchie produzioni popblues incontrate in "Stripped" di Christina Aguilera, ma con il solito tocco di classe che contraddistingue la totalità di questo album. Pianoforte e batteria (per la prima volta drum reale) legano ottimamente con una produzione dove è la finezza a prevalere, nel complesso suona molto 50's, Stefania da inoltre dimostrazione di discrete qualità vocali, si spoglia per un attimo dai panni di "iosonostilosaiosonoretrò" e fornisce un approccio più maturo ed impegnato al microfono.
La dancereccia "Boys Boys Boys" è il pezzo migliore dell'album, un refrain fortemente 80's, deliziosi coretti e un beat tirato ne fanno una valida produzione che con ogni probabilità non tarderà ad uscire prossimamente come singolo. "Brown Eyes" è l'unica ballata del disco, scadente ed assolutamente anonima, ma viene ripagata dall'ultima traccia "Summerboy", altro brano di spicco dove ritroveremo tutte le influenze base di "The Fame": i suoni elettronici, le drum urban, le chitarrine funky, le atmosfere di classe, gli accompagnamenti sintetizzati, i caldi bassi elettronici, il ritornello catturante, tutto vivo su questa chiusura, quasi a farne un riassunto dell'album.
"The Fame" acquistato con diffidenza, lo sto ascoltando continuamente e nella sua semplicità me lo sto ritrovando come uno degli album che più ho apprezzato in questo 2008. E' la dimostrazione che anche nell'affollato panorama pop mainstream americano sempre più colmo di scadenti prodotti per spot di telefonini, e meteore da un singolo e via, vi si puo trovare qualcosa di interessante, e Lady GaGa ne è la dimostrazione, una ragazzina che si accinge (e in parte ci è già riuscita) a prendere il trono di artista pop. Sul valore di tale appellativo ci sarebbe molto da discutere, ma - restando in ambito pop - considerando che è un genere che snobbo spesso e volentieri, sinceramente non sentivo qualcosa di talmente piacevole e degno di nota dai tempi degli Oasis, Hooverphonic, Lighthouse Family.
Nell'epoca in cui nel panorama pop attuale Madonna ti raccomanda l'inutile Katy Perry, mille band pseudo indie pseudo brit pop provano (e puntualmente falliscono) a surclassare le gesta dei fratelli Gallagher, nell'epoca in cui spuntano decine di ragazzotte che si presentano retrò, vintage, intellettualoidi (qualche nome Adele, Amy Winehouse, Lilly Allen) salvo poi apparire ridicole e tutte uguali, nell'epoca in cui si ricorre a penosi reality show per lanciare nuove improbabili cantanti (o meglio dire prodotti confezionati, è il caso delle costruitissime e scadenti Leona Lewis, Giusy Ferreri) ecco spuntare finalmente un prodotto fresco e nuovo. "The Fame" è compatto e steso benissimo, scorre facilmente, la selezione non ha pecche, sebbene vi siano due episodi anonimi (ma comunque accettabili e digeribili) questo è un album dove difficilmente troverete le classiche tracce da riempimento (che completano un album fatto di due singoloni), qui tutti i pezzi sono potenziali hit. Certo, non è proprio un prodotto pop, ma un misto di svariate influenze, un nuovo modo di porsi nel pop, che pur essendo stato in parte ripreso dalle produzioni citate inizialmente, presenta nuovi elementi che gli artisti più commerciali e costruiti non stanno tardando a riprendere per cavalcare l'onda.
L'impressione finale è che Lady GaGa come personaggio in se lascia molto a desiderare, quell'aria fashion e strafottente difficilmente la mando giù, mi sembra una pura trovata commerciale quella del look, ma dal lato musicale mi ritrovo di fronte ad una buona cantante, con un timbro caldo e raffinatissimo, che forse pecca per i testi troppo banali e scontati, ma non cambia la mia opinione, questo album merita, lei anche. Sicuramente va in contro ad una discreta carriera, continueremo a sentirne parlare, sempre che non si venda e che la smetta di puntare cosi spudoratamente all'immagine.
Dai, forse finalmente potremo liberarci di Madonna.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
02 LoveGame (03:33)
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
I wanna kiss you
But if I do then I might miss you, babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play
A love game, a love game
Hold me and love me
Just wanna touch you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough
For my heart to quit it
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much just bust that stick
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? 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
I'm on a mission
And it involves some heavy touching, yeah
You've indicated your interest, I'm educated in sex, yes
And now I want it bad, want it bad
A love game, a love game
Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Maybe three seconds is enough
For my heart to quit it
Let's have some fun, this beat is sick
I wanna take a ride on your disco stick
Don't think too much just bust that stick
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? 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
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 huh and a game
And a game, and a game, and a game, 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 stick)
Doin' the love game
(I wanna take a ride on your disco stick)
Doin' the love game
03 Paparazzi (03:30)
We are the crowd
We’re c-comin’ out
Got my flash on, it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastic-oh
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 lights
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
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 return
My lashes are dry
But full 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
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, snapped
(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
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
04 Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (02:54)
Beautiful dirty dirty rich rich dirty dirty
Beautiful dirty rich
Dirty dirty rich dirty dirty rich beautiful
Beautiful and dirty dirty rich rich
We got a red light, pornographic dance fight,
systematic, honey
but we go no money
Our hair is perfect, while we're all getting
shit wrecked, it's automatic,
Honey but we got no money
Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry yeah,
We just like to party, like to p-p-party yeah,
Bang Bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
Bang Bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
We live a cute life, sound fematic,
Pants tight tug'n'plastic
Honey but we got no money
We do the dance right, we have go it
made like ice cream topped with honey
but we got no money
Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry yeah,
We just like to party, like to p-p-party yeah,
Bang Bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
Bang Bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
A bang bang bang, bang bang bang,
Beautiful, dirty rich
A bang bang bang, bang bang bang,
Beautiful, dirty rich
Bang Bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
Bang Bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
Bang bang
Bang bang
05 Eh, Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say) (02:57)
Cherry-Cherry Boom-Boom
GaGa
Boy we’ve had a real good time and
I wish you the best on your way, eh
I didn’t mean to hurt you
I never thought we’d fall out of place, eh eh
I have something that I love long-long
But my friends keep ah-telling me that something’s wrong
That I met someone
and eh, there’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) I wish you never looked at me that way
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh)
Not that I don’t care about you
Just that things got so complica- eh eh
I met somebody cute and bonny
Got each other and that’s funny, eh eh
I have something that I love long-long
But my friends keep ah-telling me that something’s wrong
That I met someone
and eh, There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) I wish you never looked at me that way
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh)
(Eh, Eh)
I have something that I love long-long
But my friends keep ah-telling me that something’s wrong
That I met someone
and eh, There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh)
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) Wish you never looked at me that way
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
(Eh, Eh) Wish you never looked at me that way
(Eh, Eh) There’s nothing else I can say
Cherry-Cherry boom-boom
All I can say is Eh, Eh
06 Poker Face (03:59)
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, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-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 me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like 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 its not rough it isn't fun, fun
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-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 me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like 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 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 me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my,
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like 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)
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)
07 The Fame (03:44)
I can't help myself I'm addicted to a life of material
It's some kind of joke, I'm obsessively opposed to the typical
All we care about is, runway models, cadillacs and liquor bottles
Give me something I wanna be, retro glamour, Hollywood yes we live for the
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we gotta taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame fame baby
The fame fame
We live for the fame fame baby
The fame fame
Isn't it a shame shame baby
A shame shame
In it for the fame fame baby
The fame fame
I can see myself in the movies with my picture in the city lights
Photograph my mind and whatever else you'd like to shoot you decide
All we care about is, pornographic girls on film and body plastic
Give me something, I wanna see television and hot blondes in odd positions
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we gotta taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame fame baby
The fame fame
We live for the fame fame baby
The fame fame
Isn't it a shame shame baby
A shame shame
In it for the fame fame baby
The fame fame
Don't ask me how or why
But I'm gonna make it happen this time
My teenage dream tonight
Yeah I'm gonna make it happen this time
Fame!
Fame
Doin it for the fame
Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we gotta taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and famous
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we gotta taste for champagne and endless fortune
Fame
08 Money Honey (03:08)
That's M-O-N-E-Y, so sexy, I
Damn I love the Jag, the jet and the mansion
Oh yea
And I enjoy the gifts and trips to the islands
Oh yea
It's good to live expensive you know it but
My knees get weak, intensive
[Chorus]
When you give me k-kisses
That's money honey
When I'm your lover and your mistress
That's money honey
When you touch me it's so delicious
That's money honey
Baby when you tear me to pieces
That's money honey
That's M-O-N-E-Y, so sexy, I
That's money honey
Damn I'd love a boat by the beach on the west coast
Oh yea
And I'd enjoy some fine champagne while my girls toast
Oh yea
Its good to live expensive you know it but
My knees get weak, intensive
[Chorus]
You know I appreciate the finer things
But it's not what makes me happiest baby
{I can do without it babe}
Your tender loving's more than I can handle
Never burn out this candle baby, baby
[Chorus x3]
09 Again Again (03:06)
Again Again lyrics
You've gotta a lotta lotta nerve
Coming here when I'm still with him
And I can't have you, it isn't fair
Born March of '86, my birthday's coming
And if I had one wish
Yeah, you'd be it
When you're 'round
I lose myself inside your mouth
You've got brown eyes
Like no one else
Baby make it to me
Again and again
Again, again, again, again
Never stop again and again
Again, again, a-a-again, again
Never stop, oh
He never really saw me
Or waited when we were hooking up
Yeah he'd a never last
Last week when I was sad
You said that you knew
My eyes change from kinda green
To kind blue, heya
When you're 'round
I lose myself inside your mouth
You've got brown eyes
Like no one else
Baby make it to me
Again and again
Again, again, again, again
Never stop again and again
Again, again, a-a-again, again
Never stop
They tell me if I leave him
Baby would you be there
'Cause maybe you could
Be m-m-mine all the t-t-time
11 Brown Eyes (04:05)
When your brown eyes, walked away
And your brown eyes, couldn't stay
In your brown eyes, you watch her go
Then turn the record on
And wonder what went wrong (what went wrong)
If everything was everything, but everything is over
Everything could be everything, if only we were older
Guess its just a silly song about you
And how I lost you,
and your brown eyes
In your brown eyes, I was feeling low
Cause the brown eyes, and you'll never know
Got some brown eyes, but I saw her face
I knew that it was wrong, so baby
Turn the record on, play that song
Where everything was everything, but everything is over
Everything could be everything, if only we were older
Guess its just a silly song about you
And how I lost you,
and your brown eyes
Everything was everything, but baby its the last show
Everything could be everything, but its time to say goodbye
So, get your last fix and your last hit
Grab your old, go with the new trix
Its no surprise that I got lost in your brown eyes
In your brown eyes.. Brown eyes (repeat)
12 Summerboy (04:16)
1, 2, 3
Nowhere,
Yeah we're going nowhere- fast.
Maybe this time I'll be yours you'll be mine.
C-c-c-crazy!
Ah-Get your ass in my bed!
Baby you'll be, just my summer boyfriend (summerboy)
(Chorus)
Lets get lost you can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
Bikini top's coming off
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and I'm not around
I've got to go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We'll still have the summer after all
Sometimes, you might start a fight.
But I'm happy pretending we're alright (alright)
Sun glasses cover up my green eyes
My martini glistens, yeah
While checking out other guys (summerboy)
Lets get lost you can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
Bikini top's coming off
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and I'm not around
I've got to go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We'll still have the summer after all
Hey there summerboy
Let's go for a drive
Take me for a ride
Never gonna close our eyes
Hey there summerboy
I'm a busy girl
Don't got too much time
Hurry up before I change my mind
Hey there summerboy
I'm taking off my heels
Let's go for run
Have a little summer fun
Have a little summer fun
(summerboy)
Lets get lost you can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
Bikini top's poppin' off
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and I'm not around
You've got to go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
We'll still have the summer after-
Lets get lost you can take me home
Somewhere nice we can be alone
I‘ve got my summer-summerboy
Don't be sad when the sun goes down
You'll wake up and I'm not around
I've got my summer-summerboy
And we'll still have the summer after all
I've got my-
I've got my-
I've got my- summer summerboy
13 I Like It Rough (03:22)
(Lady GaGa)
(I like it rough)
Your love is nothing I can't fight
Can't sleep with the man
Who dims my shine
I'm in the bedroom with tissues and when-
I know you're outside banging but I won't let you in
'Cause it's a hard life, with love in the world
And now my hard girl lovin' is like chewing on pearls
You got me wondering why I
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
You got me wondering why I
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
Won't go without my fix tonight
It's a little too rough
Prom girl wipes her tears with silver lines
And she can't get enough
I'm in the bedroom with tissues and when-
I know you're outside banging but I won't let you in
'Cause it's a hard life, with love in the world
And now my hard girl lovin' is like straightening curls
You got me wondering why I
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
You got me wondering why I
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
Shiny and I know it
Don't know why you wanna blow it
Need a man who likes it rough
Likes it rough, likes it rough
(baby likes it a-rough)
Shiny and I know it
Don't know why you wanna blow it
Need a man who likes it rough
Likes it rough, likes it rough
(baby likes it a-rough)
Is it 'cause you don't mean it?
Or because I don't feel it?
Yes it's rough
Is it 'cause you don't mean it?
Or because I don't feel it?
Yes it's rough
(Lady GaGa)
You got me wondering why I
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
You got me wondering why I
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
You got me wondering why I
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
You got me wondering why I
I like it rough, I-I like it rough, I-I like it rough
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