me somethin', girlAre  you happy in this modern world?Or 

it for the fame'Cause we wanna (La, la la la)The

killed my boyfriend andLeft him in the trunk on highway

Come to me, in all your glamour and crueltyJust do that

Bree Bree, Bree, Bree, 1: Lady only

ayYa-da-da, ayAyRa-ah, rah-ah-ahRoma, ro-ma-maGaga, oo-la-laWant your bad romanceRa-ah, ah-ah-ahRoma, ro-ma-maGaga,

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ahRo mah-roma-mamaGaGa-oh-la-la-la!Want your bad romanceRah-rah-ah-ah-ah!Ro-mah- roma-maaGaGa-oh-la-la-la!Want your bad romanceI want your

black, blackOn the runway, dressed in his bestBlack, black, blackOn

go, boys, it's showtimeWakey-wakeyHey, come once in my

wanna be the girl under youI wanna be your

Don't be girlDon't be burntDon't be my glamour zombieWe dance and

there's no heavenIt's easy, if you tryNo hell below

Lady feel a sudden urge to singThe kind of

wanna kiss youBut if I do, then I might

giving me a million reasons to let you goYou're

Lady Gaga & Space say hello to Space Cowboy

hello, baby, you called? I can't hear a thingI

I was younger, I was at some point, born.I

Why do you look so good in those jeans?Why'd you come

1: Lady been a long time since I came