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Posted: 17 Nov 2013 07:08 AM PST

[V1:]
Midnight rush, with a pen in my hand
Dinkin Lincoln, sand-script with a fan
Remembering me, before we began
Sometimes I felt so Def in the Jam

But the ones who loved me, told me to stop
Like homegirl 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

[BRIDGE:]
Cuz I do not accept any less
Than someone just as real, as fabulous

[CHORUS:]
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
Oo ohhhh
Don�t want no PAPER GANGSTA
Oo ohhh

[V2:]
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
empty page full of stuff that means nothing but
�you�ve been played�

[BRIDGE:]
Cuz I do not accept any less
Than someone just as real, as fabulous

[CHORUS X2]

Stuck On Fuckin' You (LADY GAGA LYRICS)

Posted: 17 Nov 2013 04:47 AM PST

Got no plans, got no clothes
Got no piano, we got no shows
No, I've got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Got no flights, out of here
Got no TV shows until next year
No I got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Baby, you're my liquor
I'm addicted to you
So I'll just be stuck on
Stuck on fuckin' you
Stuck on fuckin' you

I don't ever want just another boy or a girl
Baby you and I,
Baby you and I could change the world
I don't ever want just another boy or a girl to love
I'm stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck on you

Got all night, no cameras
We got no champagne but we got drugs
No, I've got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Purple sheets, symbol clock
Gonna spend my time rocking on top
Yeah, I've got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you

Baby you're my Johnny Walker, baby it's true
So I'll just be stuck on, stuck on fuckin' you
Stuck on fuckin' you

I don't ever want just another boy or a girl
Cause baby you and I,
Baby you and I could change the world
I don't ever want just another boy or a girl to love
I'm stuck, stuck, stuck on you, On you

Got no plans, got no flights
Out of here, no TV shows
But we got mice in the kitchen
So we don't care cause we're in love

Get in the shower, I'll meet you there
I bought you some hippie shit from the Deli down the stairs, oh yeah
Lovin on my man's space, so good

Don't forget me baby
Don't forget me when I leave and go on tour
Cause I know your life will be a snore
You'll be on stuck fuckin' this hooker whore
This hooker, wh-ooh-re

Got no nothing, you're in the next room
You fell asleep on my tour bus
While me and Fernando and Paul and Justin and Dave are making music
But I miss you

The fridge is broke and we're drinking warm champagne
But we don't care 'cause we're in Minnesota
And we're sold out show again
And it's a sold out show again

[laugh] OK, just stop it, I could go on forever...

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