Álbum The Fame de Lady Gaga - Canciones
The Fame
2008 | 
Estilo(s) | RnB/Swing,Europop,Electro,Synth-pop
Sello | Streamline Records
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"The Fame" es el primer álbum de la discografía de Lady Gaga. Lanzado por primera vez el 19 de agosto de 2008 bajo el sello Interscope Records, alcanzó el segundo puesto en la lista Billboard 200 y el lugar más alto en las listas británicas de ventas. Además de convertirse en un gran éxito de ventas y recibir numerosos reconocimientos, también supuso el lanzamiento definitivo de la carrera musical de Lady Gaga.
La cantante contó con la colaboración de varios productores, entre ellos Rob Fusari, Martín Kierszenbaum, RedOne y Space Cowboy, que trabajaron en conjunto para obtener un gran álbum mezcla de estilos electropop, synth-pop y dance-pop.
El título del álbum hare referencia a la obsesión de Lady Gaga por alcanzar la fama, además de tratar de temas como el dinero, el lujo, el sexo o las drogas.
El 18 de noviembre de 2009 se publicó una edición de lujo, titulada "The Fame Monster". Los dos lanzamientos, más la gira promocional y sus apariciones públicas catapultaron las ventas hasta los 18 millones de copias, entre la edición estándar y la de lujo.
En el apartado de reconocimientos, "The Fame" recibió cinco nominaciones a los Grammy de 2010, entre ellos el Grammy al Álbum del Año. Finalmente, ganó el premio al Mejor Álbum Electrónico/Dance y el premio a la Mejor Grabación Dance, gracias al sencillo "Poker Face". En Reino Unido, ganó un premio Brit al Mejor Álbum Internacional.
Las letras de las canciones de "The Fame" fueron escritas por la propia Lady Gaga, quien además participó en la composición de los temas.
El primer sencillo, "Just Dance", fue lanzado el 8 de abril de 2008. El tema fue coescrito junto al cantante de origen senegalés Akon y al productor RedOne. Alcanzó el primer puesto en la lista Billboard Hot 100 en Estados Unidos y se mantuvo en dicha lista durante cinco meses.
En el videoclip, aparece Lady Gaga en una fiesta interpretando la canción, mientras todos los asistentes a la fiesta se dejan llevar por la música y comienzan a bailar.
El segundo sencillo, "Poker Face", fue publicado el 23 de septiembre de 2008 y se convirtió en uno de los sencillos más vendidos de la historia, con 14 millones de copias. El tema trata sobre la bisexualidad y su supuesta experiencia en ese aspecto, con varias insinuaciones al sexo y las apuestas.
El video musical de "Poker Face" fue dirigido por el realizador noruego Ray Kay y nos muestra a Lady Gaga cantando vestida con diferentes disfraces. Estrenado el 22 de octubre de 2008, se ambienta junto a la piscina de una mansión y también nos muestra a la cantante jugando al strip póquer.
"Eh, Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say)" fue el tercer sencillo del álbum "The Fame". Lanzado el 10 de enero de 2009, se trata de una balada que trata sobre alguien que rompe con su pareja e intenta rehacerse buscando otra persona con la que compartir su vida.
El vídeo fue dirigido por el realizador coreano Joseph Kahn, quien con una ambientación de los años 50 nos muestra a una Lady Gaga ama de casa y fiel esposa, una imagen muy alejada a la que suele enviar la cantante.
"LoveGame" fue lanzado como cuarto sencillo el 23 de marzo de 2009. Producido por RedOne, fue compuesta por la propia Lady Gaga junto a RedOne.
El video clip, dirigido al igual que el anterior por Joseph Kahn, nos trae a Lady Gaga bailando en una estación de metro de Nueva York y fue una especie de tributo de la cantante al estilo de vida de la gran ciudad estadounidense. El vídeo tiene influencias del vídeo "Bad" de Michael Jackson y en algunos países tuvo restricciones de emisión por su contenido sexual.
"Paparazzi" es el quinto y último sencillo de este álbum debut de Lady Gaga. Lanzado el 29 de mayo de 2009, describe la lucha de la cantante por conseguir alcanzar la fama sin tener que renunciar a su vida personal.
El videoclip fue dirigido por el realizador sueco Jonas Åkerlund, conocido por haber trabajado con grandes nombres de la industria musical, como U2, Rammstein. Fue grabado entre el 13 y 14 de abril de 2009 en Villa de León, en Malibu, y en Chateau d'Or en Bel Air, Los Ángeles.
Con una duración de siete minutos, nos trae la historia de una estrella que es acosada por los fotógrafos de la prensa, azuzados por su novio, con quien, al final del vídeo, tiene un enfrentamiento mortal.
Listado de canciones del álbum The Fame
- Just DanceVer letra 4:02
[X]letra de Just Dance
Red wine, Konvict, Gaga (oh, yeah)
I've had a little bit too much - much oh oh woah!
All of the people start to rush, start to rush by.
How does she twist the dance
Can't find my drink, or man.
Where are my keys, I lost my phone.
What's going on out on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright.
[Chorus]
Just dance, gonna be OK.
Da da doo doo just dance spin that record babe.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, gonna be OK.
Duh-duh-duh dance, dance, dance, just dance.
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth.
How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside out right.
Control your poison babe
Roses have thorns they say.
And we're all gettin' hosed tonight.
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright.
[Chorus]
When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog.
Can't believe my eyes so many women without a flaw.
And I ain't gonna give it up, steady tryin' to pick it up like the car
I'm a hit it, I'm a hit it and flex until the 'till done until tomorrow yeah.
Shawty I can see that you got so much energy,
The way you twirling up them hips round and round
There's no reason, I know why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime stand, let me watch you break it down and dance
Gonna be okay da-da-doo-doo
Just dance, spin that record babe.
Da-da-doo-doo Just dance, gonna be OK.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, spin that record babe.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, gonna be OK.
Duh-duh-duh dance, dance, dance, just dance
Half psychotic sick-hypnotic
Got my blueprint it's symphonic
Half psychotic sick-hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
Half psychotic sick-hypnotic
Got my blueprint it's symphonic
Half psychotic sick-hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
Go, use your muscle carve it out work it, hustle
(I got it, just stay close enough to get it)
Don't slow, drive it, clean it Lysol, bleed it
Spend the last dough (I got it) on your pocko (I got it)
Just dance, gonna be okay.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, spin that record babe.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, gonna be OK.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, spin that record babe.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, gonna be OK.
Duh-duh-duh dance, dance, dance, just dance.Composición: Aliaune , Lady Gaga, RedOneMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Lady Gaga (Backing Vocals), RedOne (Backing Vocals), Dave Russell (Engineer), RedOne (Instruments [All]), RedOne (Programmed By [All Instruments]), RedOne (Recorded By), Colby O'Donis (Vocals [Featuring]) - LoveGame 3:38
Composición: Lady Gaga, RedOneMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Lady Gaga (Backing Vocals), RedOne (Backing Vocals), RedOne (Engineer), RedOne (Instruments [All]), RedOne (Programmed By [All Instruments]), RedOne (Recorded By) - PaparazziVer letra 3:29
[X]letra de Paparazzi
We are the crowd
We're c-coming out
Got my flash on it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastical
Leather and jeans
We're rock 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
[Chorus]
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 a girl backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah 'cause you're my
Rockstar 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
[Chorus]
Real good
(We're dancing in the studio)
Snap snap to
(That shit on the radio)
Don't stop
(For anyone)
We're plastic but we still have fun!
[Chorus]Composición: Lady Gaga, Rob FusariMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Lady Gaga (Piano), Lady Gaga (Synth), Calvin Gaines (Programmed By [Additional]) - Poker FaceVer letra 3:59
[X]letra de Poker Face
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)
Love Game 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, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh,
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
[Chorus]
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 is gonna let nobody)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
P p p poker face, p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
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, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh,
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
[Chorus]
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
I won't tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
Cause I'm bluffing with my muffin
I'm not lying I'm just stunning with my love glue gunnin'
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
[Chorus: x3]
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
(She is gonna let nobody)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)Composición: Lady Gaga, RedOneMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Lady Gaga (Backing Vocals), RedOne (Backing Vocals), Dave Russell (Engineer), RedOne (Instruments [All]), RedOne (Programmed By [All Instruments]), RedOne (Recorded By) - Eh, Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say) 2:57
Composición: Lady Gaga, Martin KierszenbaumMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Tony Ugval (Engineer) - Beautiful, Dirty, RichVer letra 2:53
[X]letra de Beautiful, Dirty, Rich
Beautiful, dirty dirty, rich rich, dirty dirty
Beautiful, dirty rich
Dirty dirty rich, dirty dirty rich, beautiful
Beautiful and dirty, dirty rich, rich dirty
We got a red light
Pornographic dance fight
Systematic, honey
But we got no money
Our hair is perfect
While were all getting shit wrecked
It's automatic, honey
But we got no money
[Chorus]
Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry yeah
We just like to party, like to ppparty 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 got it made like
Ice cream topped with honey
But we got no money
[Chorus]
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 bangComposición: Lady Gaga, Rob FusariMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Calvin Gaines (Bass), Calvin Gaines (Programmed By [Additional]), Dave Murga (Drums), Tom Kafafian (Guitar), Lady Gaga (Piano), Lady Gaga (Synth) - The FameVer letra 3:43
[X]letra de The Fame
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 glamor, Hollywood, yes we live for the
[Chorus]
Fame, doin' it for the fame
Cause we wanna live the life
Of the rich and famous
Fame, doin' it for the fame
Cause 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 what else you 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 blonds in odd positions
[Chorus]
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, doin' it for the fame
Cause we wanna live the life
Of the rich and famous
[Chorus: x2]Composición: Lady Gaga, Martin KierszenbaumMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Tony Ugval (Engineer) - Money HoneyVer letra 2:52
[X]letra de Money Honey
That's M O N E Y, so sexy, I
Damn, I love the Jag, the jet and the mansion
Oh yeah
And I enjoy the gifts and trips to the islands
Oh yeah
It's good to live expensive you know it
But my knees get weak, intensive
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 yeah
And I'd enjoy some fine champagne while my girls toast
Oh yeah
It's good to live expensive you know it
But my knees get weak, intensive
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
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
K-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
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
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, IComposición: Bilal Hajji, Lady Gaga, RedOneMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Lady Gaga (Backing Vocals), RedOne (Backing Vocals), RedOne (Engineer), RedOne (Instruments [All]), RedOne (Programmed By [All Instruments]), RedOne (Recorded By) - StarstruckVer letra 3:39
[X]letra de Starstruck
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 I'm 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
Cue me up I'm the twelve on your table I'm so starstruck
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
Baby now that were alone gotta request
Would you make me number one on your playlist?
Put your Dre headphones with the left side on
Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth uh huh
Put your hands on my waist pull the fader
Run it back with original flavor
Get the breakdown first
Up until the chorus
To the verse
Re-ke-re-ke-reverse
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
Hey Lil' mamma like really, really is that him
I done seen you before what you got on them big rims
Enter that cash flow, I'm like baby you don't trip
So Shawty say hand over your signature right here
Like adjust the dotted line and I suppose to sign
How she at it, a fanatic and I think it's goin' down
She so star struck, the gal all stuck
I should have had an overdose too many starbucks
Ain't never seen a balla, paper that stack taller
Notice who let the top back on the chevy impala
Hummers and all that fully loaded with two spoilers
What did you call that when you showed up with two dollars
But that's another chapter, son of a bachelor
All on me, just spotted a baby actor
Complete swagga, they go the dagga
Got what she wants, shawty happily ever after
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
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. filter that. baby bump that track.
Groove. slam. work it back. baby bump that track.
Baby now that were alone gotta request
Would you make me number one on your play list?
Put your dre headphones with the left side on
Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth uh huh
Put your hands on my waist pull the fader
Run it back with original flavor
Get the breakdown first
Up until the chorus
To the verse
I'm so starstruck
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart upComposición: Lady Gaga, Martin Kierszenbaum, Nik Dresti, Tramar DillardMezclas: Robert OrtonFeaturing: Space CowboyMúsicos invitados: 4Mil (Engineer), Tony Ugval (Engineer), Flo Rida (Rap [Featuring]) - Boys Boys BoysVer letra 3:22
[X]letra de Boys Boys Boys
Hey there sugar baby
Saw you twice at the pop show
You taste just like glitter mixed with rock and roll
I like you a lot lot
Think you're really hot hot
I know you think you're special
When we dance real crazy
Glamaphonic, electronic, disco baby
I like you a lot lot
All we want is hot hot
[Chorus]
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them! (We love them)
Oh, oh
Baby is a bad boy with some retro sneakers
Let's go see The Killers and make out in the bleachers
I like you a lot lot, think you're really hot hot
Let's go to the party heard our buddy's the DJ
Don't forget my lipstick I left it in your ashtray
I like you a lot lot, all we want is hot hot
[Chorus: x2]
I'm not loose, I like to party
Let's get lost in your Ferrari
Not psychotic or dramatic
I like boys and that is that
Love it when you call me legs
In the morning buy me eggs
Watch your heart when we're together
Boys like you love me forever
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Chorus: x3]Composición: Lady Gaga, RedOneMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Lady Gaga (Backing Vocals), RedOne (Engineer), RedOne (Instruments [All]), RedOne (Programmed By [All Instruments]), RedOne (Recorded By) - Paper GangstaVer letra 4:25
[X]letra de Paper Gangsta
Midnight rush, with a pen in my hand
Dink in link in, sand-script with a fan
Remembering me, before it began
Sometimes I felt so def in a jam
But the ones who loved me, told me to stop
Like home girl can't catch shit if it drops
A superwoman chick, you know that I am
Some shit don't fly by me in a man
'Cause I do not accept any less
Than someone just as real, as fabulous
Don't want no paper gangsta
Won't sign away my life to
Someone whose got the flavor
But don't have no follow through
Don't want no paper gangsta
Wont sign no monkey papers
I don't do funny business
Not interested in fakers
Don't want no paper gangsta
Oh oh
Don't want no paper gangsta
Oh oh
Don't want no paper gangsta
Don't want no paper gangsta
Got something really shiny to start
Want me to sign there on your range rover heart?
I've heard it before
Yeah, the dinners were nice
Till your diamond words melted into some ice
You should been rapping to the beat of my song Mr. California,
Paper gangsta and I'm lookin' for love, not an
Not an empty page full of stuff that means nothing but
You've been played
'Cause I do not accept any less
Than someone just as real, as fabulous
Don't want no paper gangsta
Won't sign away my life to
Someone whose got the flavor
But don't have no follow through
Don't want no paper gangsta
Wont sign no monkey papers
I don't do funny business
Not interested in fakers
Don't want no paper gangsta
Oh oh
Don't want no paper gangsta
Oh oh
Don't want no paper gangsta
Don't want no paper gangsta
Don't want no paper gangsta
Won't sign away my life to
Someone whose got the flavor
But don't have no follow through
Don't want no paper gangsta
Wont sign no monkey papers
I don't do funny business
Not interested in fakers
Don't want no paper gangsta
Won't sign away my life to
Someone whose got the flavor
But don't have no follow through
Don't want no paper gangsta
Wont sign no monkey papers
I don't do funny business
Not interested in fakers
Don't want no paper gangsta
Oh oh
Don't want no paper gangsta
Oh oh
Don't want no paper gangsta
Don't want no paper gangsta
Don't want no paper gangsta
Don't want no paper gangstaComposición: Lady Gaga, RedOneMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Lady Gaga (Backing Vocals), RedOne (Backing Vocals), RedOne (Engineer), RedOne (Instruments [All]), RedOne (Programmed By [All Instruments]), RedOne (Recorded By) - Brown EyesVer letra 4:05
[X]letra de Brown Eyes
In your brown eyes, walked away
In your brown eyes, couldn't stay
In your brown eyes, you watch her go
And 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 it's just a silly song about you
And how I lost you
And your brown eyes
In your brown eyes, I was feeling low
Cause they're brown eyes and you never know
Got some brown eyes, but a soft 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
I guess its just a silly song about you
And how I lost you
And your brown eyes
Brown eyes
Everything was everything
But baby it's the last show
Everything could be everything
But it's time to say goodbye so
Get your last fix, and your last hit
Grab your old girl with her new tricks
Honey yeah, it's no surprise
I got lost in your brown eyes
In your brown eyes
Brown, brown eyes
Your brown eyes
Brown, brown eyes
Got some brown eyes
Brown, brown eyes
Your brown eyesComposición: Lady Gaga, Rob FusariMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Victor Bailey (Bass), Lady GaGa (Co-producer [Additional]), Lady GaGa (Piano), Lady GaGa (Synth), Joe Tomino (Drums), Tom Kafafian (Guitar), Calvin Gaines (Programmed By [Additional]) - I Like It RoughVer letra 3:24
[X]letra de 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 that I won't let you in
'Cause it's a hard life, with love in the world
And I'm a hard girl,
Loving me is like chewing on pearls
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
You've got me wandering 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 that I won't let you in
'Cause it's a hard life, with love in the world
And I'm a hard girl
Loving me is like straightening curls
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
I'm 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.
I'm 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.
Is it because you don't mean it?
Or because I don't feel it?
Yes it's rough.
Is it because you don't mean it?
Or because I don't feel it?
Yes it's rough.
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it roughComposición: Lady Gaga, Martin KierszenbaumMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Tony Ugval (Engineer) - Summerboy 4:14
Composición: Brian Kierulf, Josh Schwartz, Lady GagaArreglos: Brian And JoshMezclas: Robert Orton
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- eduardo: sin duda la amo
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- Anonimo: Es la que remplazara a Michael Janso Que descanse el inigualable rey del pop Michael
- Little Monster: Amo a Lady Gaga, su música, sus trajes, su todo.
- cristina: es una de las mejores cantantes. te queremos
- jairo: exelente artista una de las mejores
- diva: sin duda ha sido este unode sus mejores discos.
- Angel SantiaGIN: POR SUPUESTO QUE ES DE LAS MEJORES A MI ME ENCANTA STARSTRUCK
La cantante contó con la colaboración de varios productores, entre ellos Rob Fusari, Martín Kierszenbaum, RedOne y Space Cowboy, que trabajaron en conjunto para obtener un gran álbum mezcla de estilos electropop, synth-pop y dance-pop.
El título del álbum hare referencia a la obsesión de Lady Gaga por alcanzar la fama, además de tratar de temas como el dinero, el lujo, el sexo o las drogas.
El 18 de noviembre de 2009 se publicó una edición de lujo, titulada "The Fame Monster". Los dos lanzamientos, más la gira promocional y sus apariciones públicas catapultaron las ventas hasta los 18 millones de copias, entre la edición estándar y la de lujo.
En el apartado de reconocimientos, "The Fame" recibió cinco nominaciones a los Grammy de 2010, entre ellos el Grammy al Álbum del Año. Finalmente, ganó el premio al Mejor Álbum Electrónico/Dance y el premio a la Mejor Grabación Dance, gracias al sencillo "Poker Face". En Reino Unido, ganó un premio Brit al Mejor Álbum Internacional.
Las letras de las canciones de "The Fame" fueron escritas por la propia Lady Gaga, quien además participó en la composición de los temas.
El primer sencillo, "Just Dance", fue lanzado el 8 de abril de 2008. El tema fue coescrito junto al cantante de origen senegalés Akon y al productor RedOne. Alcanzó el primer puesto en la lista Billboard Hot 100 en Estados Unidos y se mantuvo en dicha lista durante cinco meses.
En el videoclip, aparece Lady Gaga en una fiesta interpretando la canción, mientras todos los asistentes a la fiesta se dejan llevar por la música y comienzan a bailar.
El segundo sencillo, "Poker Face", fue publicado el 23 de septiembre de 2008 y se convirtió en uno de los sencillos más vendidos de la historia, con 14 millones de copias. El tema trata sobre la bisexualidad y su supuesta experiencia en ese aspecto, con varias insinuaciones al sexo y las apuestas.
El video musical de "Poker Face" fue dirigido por el realizador noruego Ray Kay y nos muestra a Lady Gaga cantando vestida con diferentes disfraces. Estrenado el 22 de octubre de 2008, se ambienta junto a la piscina de una mansión y también nos muestra a la cantante jugando al strip póquer.
"Eh, Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say)" fue el tercer sencillo del álbum "The Fame". Lanzado el 10 de enero de 2009, se trata de una balada que trata sobre alguien que rompe con su pareja e intenta rehacerse buscando otra persona con la que compartir su vida.
El vídeo fue dirigido por el realizador coreano Joseph Kahn, quien con una ambientación de los años 50 nos muestra a una Lady Gaga ama de casa y fiel esposa, una imagen muy alejada a la que suele enviar la cantante.
"LoveGame" fue lanzado como cuarto sencillo el 23 de marzo de 2009. Producido por RedOne, fue compuesta por la propia Lady Gaga junto a RedOne.
El video clip, dirigido al igual que el anterior por Joseph Kahn, nos trae a Lady Gaga bailando en una estación de metro de Nueva York y fue una especie de tributo de la cantante al estilo de vida de la gran ciudad estadounidense. El vídeo tiene influencias del vídeo "Bad" de Michael Jackson y en algunos países tuvo restricciones de emisión por su contenido sexual.
"Paparazzi" es el quinto y último sencillo de este álbum debut de Lady Gaga. Lanzado el 29 de mayo de 2009, describe la lucha de la cantante por conseguir alcanzar la fama sin tener que renunciar a su vida personal.
El videoclip fue dirigido por el realizador sueco Jonas Åkerlund, conocido por haber trabajado con grandes nombres de la industria musical, como U2, Rammstein. Fue grabado entre el 13 y 14 de abril de 2009 en Villa de León, en Malibu, y en Chateau d'Or en Bel Air, Los Ángeles.
Con una duración de siete minutos, nos trae la historia de una estrella que es acosada por los fotógrafos de la prensa, azuzados por su novio, con quien, al final del vídeo, tiene un enfrentamiento mortal.
[X]
Red wine, Konvict, Gaga (oh, yeah)letra de Just Dance
I've had a little bit too much - much oh oh woah!
All of the people start to rush, start to rush by.
How does she twist the dance
Can't find my drink, or man.
Where are my keys, I lost my phone.
What's going on out on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright.
[Chorus]
Just dance, gonna be OK.
Da da doo doo just dance spin that record babe.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, gonna be OK.
Duh-duh-duh dance, dance, dance, just dance.
Wish I could shut my playboy mouth.
How'd I turn my shirt inside out? Inside out right.
Control your poison babe
Roses have thorns they say.
And we're all gettin' hosed tonight.
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright.
[Chorus]
When I come through on the dance floor checkin' out that catalog.
Can't believe my eyes so many women without a flaw.
And I ain't gonna give it up, steady tryin' to pick it up like the car
I'm a hit it, I'm a hit it and flex until the 'till done until tomorrow yeah.
Shawty I can see that you got so much energy,
The way you twirling up them hips round and round
There's no reason, I know why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime stand, let me watch you break it down and dance
Gonna be okay da-da-doo-doo
Just dance, spin that record babe.
Da-da-doo-doo Just dance, gonna be OK.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, spin that record babe.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, gonna be OK.
Duh-duh-duh dance, dance, dance, just dance
Half psychotic sick-hypnotic
Got my blueprint it's symphonic
Half psychotic sick-hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
Half psychotic sick-hypnotic
Got my blueprint it's symphonic
Half psychotic sick-hypnotic
Got my blueprint electronic
Go, use your muscle carve it out work it, hustle
(I got it, just stay close enough to get it)
Don't slow, drive it, clean it Lysol, bleed it
Spend the last dough (I got it) on your pocko (I got it)
Just dance, gonna be okay.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, spin that record babe.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, gonna be OK.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, spin that record babe.
Da-da-doo-doo just dance, gonna be OK.
Duh-duh-duh dance, dance, dance, just dance.
Composición: Lady Gaga, RedOneMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Lady Gaga (Backing Vocals), RedOne (Backing Vocals), RedOne (Engineer), RedOne (Instruments [All]), RedOne (Programmed By [All Instruments]), RedOne (Recorded By)
[X]
We are the crowd letra de Paparazzi
We're c-coming out
Got my flash on it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastical
Leather and jeans
We're rock 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
[Chorus]
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 a girl backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah 'cause you're my
Rockstar 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
[Chorus]
Real good
(We're dancing in the studio)
Snap snap to
(That shit on the radio)
Don't stop
(For anyone)
We're plastic but we still have fun!
[Chorus]
[X]
I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas playsletra de Poker Face
Fold 'em, let 'em, hit me, raise it baby stay with me (I love it)
Love Game 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, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh,
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
[Chorus]
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 is gonna let nobody)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
P p p poker face, p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
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, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh,
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
[Chorus]
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
I won't tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
Cause I'm bluffing with my muffin
I'm not lying I'm just stunning with my love glue gunnin'
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
[Chorus: x3]
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
(She is gonna let nobody)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
P p p poker face, p p p poker face
(Muh muh muh muh)
Composición: Lady Gaga, Martin KierszenbaumMezclas: Robert OrtonMúsicos invitados: Tony Ugval (Engineer)
[X]
Beautiful, dirty dirty, rich rich, dirty dirtyletra de Beautiful, Dirty, Rich
Beautiful, dirty rich
Dirty dirty rich, dirty dirty rich, beautiful
Beautiful and dirty, dirty rich, rich dirty
We got a red light
Pornographic dance fight
Systematic, honey
But we got no money
Our hair is perfect
While were all getting shit wrecked
It's automatic, honey
But we got no money
[Chorus]
Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry yeah
We just like to party, like to ppparty 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 got it made like
Ice cream topped with honey
But we got no money
[Chorus]
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
[X]
I can't help myselfletra de The Fame
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 glamor, Hollywood, yes we live for the
[Chorus]
Fame, doin' it for the fame
Cause we wanna live the life
Of the rich and famous
Fame, doin' it for the fame
Cause 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 what else you 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 blonds in odd positions
[Chorus]
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, doin' it for the fame
Cause we wanna live the life
Of the rich and famous
[Chorus: x2]
[X]
That's M O N E Y, so sexy, Iletra de Money Honey
Damn, I love the Jag, the jet and the mansion
Oh yeah
And I enjoy the gifts and trips to the islands
Oh yeah
It's good to live expensive you know it
But my knees get weak, intensive
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 yeah
And I'd enjoy some fine champagne while my girls toast
Oh yeah
It's good to live expensive you know it
But my knees get weak, intensive
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
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
K-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
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
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
[X]
Groove. slam. work it back. filter that. baby bump that track.letra de Starstruck
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 I'm 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
Cue me up I'm the twelve on your table I'm so starstruck
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
Baby now that were alone gotta request
Would you make me number one on your playlist?
Put your Dre headphones with the left side on
Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth uh huh
Put your hands on my waist pull the fader
Run it back with original flavor
Get the breakdown first
Up until the chorus
To the verse
Re-ke-re-ke-reverse
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
Hey Lil' mamma like really, really is that him
I done seen you before what you got on them big rims
Enter that cash flow, I'm like baby you don't trip
So Shawty say hand over your signature right here
Like adjust the dotted line and I suppose to sign
How she at it, a fanatic and I think it's goin' down
She so star struck, the gal all stuck
I should have had an overdose too many starbucks
Ain't never seen a balla, paper that stack taller
Notice who let the top back on the chevy impala
Hummers and all that fully loaded with two spoilers
What did you call that when you showed up with two dollars
But that's another chapter, son of a bachelor
All on me, just spotted a baby actor
Complete swagga, they go the dagga
Got what she wants, shawty happily ever after
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
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. filter that. baby bump that track.
Groove. slam. work it back. baby bump that track.
Baby now that were alone gotta request
Would you make me number one on your play list?
Put your dre headphones with the left side on
Wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth uh huh
Put your hands on my waist pull the fader
Run it back with original flavor
Get the breakdown first
Up until the chorus
To the verse
I'm so starstruck
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
I'm so starstruck
Baby 'cause you blow my heart up
[X]
Hey there sugar babyletra de Boys Boys Boys
Saw you twice at the pop show
You taste just like glitter mixed with rock and roll
I like you a lot lot
Think you're really hot hot
I know you think you're special
When we dance real crazy
Glamaphonic, electronic, disco baby
I like you a lot lot
All we want is hot hot
[Chorus]
Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys
With hairspray and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them! (We love them)
Oh, oh
Baby is a bad boy with some retro sneakers
Let's go see The Killers and make out in the bleachers
I like you a lot lot, think you're really hot hot
Let's go to the party heard our buddy's the DJ
Don't forget my lipstick I left it in your ashtray
I like you a lot lot, all we want is hot hot
[Chorus: x2]
I'm not loose, I like to party
Let's get lost in your Ferrari
Not psychotic or dramatic
I like boys and that is that
Love it when you call me legs
In the morning buy me eggs
Watch your heart when we're together
Boys like you love me forever
Oh, oh, oh, oh
[Chorus: x3]
[X]
Midnight rush, with a pen in my handletra de Paper Gangsta
Dink in link in, sand-script with a fan
Remembering me, before it began
Sometimes I felt so def in a jam
But the ones who loved me, told me to stop
Like home girl can't catch shit if it drops
A superwoman chick, you know that I am
Some shit don't fly by me in a man
'Cause I do not accept any less
Than someone just as real, as fabulous
Don't want no paper gangsta
Won't sign away my life to
Someone whose got the flavor
But don't have no follow through
Don't want no paper gangsta
Wont sign no monkey papers
I don't do funny business
Not interested in fakers
Don't want no paper gangsta
Oh oh
Don't want no paper gangsta
Oh oh
Don't want no paper gangsta
Don't want no paper gangsta
Got something really shiny to start
Want me to sign there on your range rover heart?
I've heard it before
Yeah, the dinners were nice
Till your diamond words melted into some ice
You should been rapping to the beat of my song Mr. California,
Paper gangsta and I'm lookin' for love, not an
Not an empty page full of stuff that means nothing but
You've been played
'Cause I do not accept any less
Than someone just as real, as fabulous
Don't want no paper gangsta
Won't sign away my life to
Someone whose got the flavor
But don't have no follow through
Don't want no paper gangsta
Wont sign no monkey papers
I don't do funny business
Not interested in fakers
Don't want no paper gangsta
Oh oh
Don't want no paper gangsta
Oh oh
Don't want no paper gangsta
Don't want no paper gangsta
Don't want no paper gangsta
Won't sign away my life to
Someone whose got the flavor
But don't have no follow through
Don't want no paper gangsta
Wont sign no monkey papers
I don't do funny business
Not interested in fakers
Don't want no paper gangsta
Won't sign away my life to
Someone whose got the flavor
But don't have no follow through
Don't want no paper gangsta
Wont sign no monkey papers
I don't do funny business
Not interested in fakers
Don't want no paper gangsta
Oh oh
Don't want no paper gangsta
Oh oh
Don't want no paper gangsta
Don't want no paper gangsta
Don't want no paper gangsta
Don't want no paper gangsta
[X]
In your brown eyes, walked awayletra de Brown Eyes
In your brown eyes, couldn't stay
In your brown eyes, you watch her go
And 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 it's just a silly song about you
And how I lost you
And your brown eyes
In your brown eyes, I was feeling low
Cause they're brown eyes and you never know
Got some brown eyes, but a soft 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
I guess its just a silly song about you
And how I lost you
And your brown eyes
Brown eyes
Everything was everything
But baby it's the last show
Everything could be everything
But it's time to say goodbye so
Get your last fix, and your last hit
Grab your old girl with her new tricks
Honey yeah, it's no surprise
I got lost in your brown eyes
In your brown eyes
Brown, brown eyes
Your brown eyes
Brown, brown eyes
Got some brown eyes
Brown, brown eyes
Your brown eyes
[X]
Your love is nothing I can't fightletra de I Like It Rough
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 that I won't let you in
'Cause it's a hard life, with love in the world
And I'm a hard girl,
Loving me is like chewing on pearls
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
You've got me wandering 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 that I won't let you in
'Cause it's a hard life, with love in the world
And I'm a hard girl
Loving me is like straightening curls
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
I'm 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.
I'm 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.
Is it because you don't mean it?
Or because I don't feel it?
Yes it's rough.
Is it because you don't mean it?
Or because I don't feel it?
Yes it's rough.
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
You've got me wandering why I
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough
Composición: Brian Kierulf, Josh Schwartz, Lady GagaArreglos: Brian And JoshMezclas: Robert Orton
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