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Lady GaGa
Lady GaGa


Background information
Birth name Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta
Born March 28, 1986
Origin Manhattan, New York City, United States
Genre(s) Pop
Dance
Electronica
Years active 2006—present
Label(s) Def Jam Recordings
Interscope Records
Cherrytree Records
Associated acts Space Cowboy
Website Website



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Lady GaGa Album


The Fame (08/19/2008)
08/19/2008
1.
Just Dance (feat. Colby O'Donis)
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12.
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I Like It Rough (bonus track)
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Starstruck (feat. Space Cowboy & Flo Rida; bonus track)
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Paper Gangsta (bonus track)
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Disco Heaven (bonus track)
. . .


(feat. Colby O' Donis)

[Lady Gaga]
A red one
Convict
Gaga
I’ve had a little bit too much
All of the people start to rush.
Start to rush babe.
How does he twist the dance?
Can’t find my drink or man.
Where are my keys, I lost my phone.
What’s go-ing 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. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance.

Wish I could shut my playboy mouth.
How’d I turn my shirt inside out? Inside out babe.
Control your poison babe
Roses with thorns they say.
And we’re all gettin’ hosed tonight.
What’s go-ing 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. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance.

[Colby O' Donis]
When I come through on the dance floor checkin out that catalogue.
Can’t believe my eyes so many women without a flaw.

And I ain’t gonn’ give it up, steady tryna pick it up like the car
I’ma hit it, I’ma hit it and flex until the til done until tomorr’ yeah.
Show me I can see that you got so much in the jean
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.

[Chorus Lady Gaga]
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance..

I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my blue burners and phonic
I’m psychotic synchypnotic
I got my brand electronic

Go. Use your muscle comin out work and hustle
I got it, just stay close enough to get it
Go slow. Drive it, clean it like so clean it’s been molesto, I got it, and your
popped coll’

[Chorus]
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Spin that record babe.
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance. Gunna be okay.
Duh-duh-duh-duh
Dance. Dance. Dance. Ju-just dance..

. . .


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
I love game, I love game

Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Baby three seconds is in it 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 thick (kick?)
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
or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
through 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
I love game

Hold me and love me
Just want touch you for a minute
Baby three seconds is in it 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 thick
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
or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
through the love game

I can see you staring there from across the block
with a smile on your mouth and your hand on your c (huh!)
The story of us, it always starts the same with
A boy and a girl and a (huh!) and a game

Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
Through the love game
Let's play a love game, play a love game
Do you want love, or you want fame
or you win the game
through the love game

. . .


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 fantastico

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 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 your 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

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
Were 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

. . .


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 redlight, on the 12th,the dance fight,systematic, honey but we go no money

our hair is perfect, while were all getting shit wrecked, it's automatic, honey but we got no money

daddy im so sorry, im so sssory yea, we just like to party, like to ppparty yea,

Bang Bang, we're beautiful and dirty rich
Bang Bang , we're beautiful and dirty rich

we live a cute life, soundfematic, pants tight
tug'n'plastic
honey but we got no money

we do the dance right, we have go it made like icecream toped with honey
but we got no money

daddy im so sorry, im so sssory yea, we just like to party, like to ppparty yea,

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

. . .


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 miss 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 funny
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 miss 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 miss 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

. . .


M-m-m-more

I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please
Fold 'em let 'em hit me raise it baby stay with me
Love game, intuition, play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that tore his heart

Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hard, show him what I got
Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hard, show him what I got

[chorus]
Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face
(she's gonna love no body)
[x2]
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face
M-m-m-more

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 (right?)

Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hard, show him what I got
Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'll get him hard, show him what I got

[chorus]
Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face
(she's gonna love no body)
[x2]
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face
More more more more

I won't tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you, 'cause I'm bluffin'
With my muffin, I'm not lyin'
I'm just stunnin' with my low glue gun
And, just like a chick in the casino
Take your bank before I pay you out
I'll promise these promises
Check this hand 'cause I'm MARVELOUS

[chorus]
Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my poker face
(she's gonna love no body)
[x2]
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-p-poker face
More more more more
[repeat, etc.]

. . .


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 girlson 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

. . .


Thats m-o-n-e-y..so sexy

Damn, I love the jam, the jet and the mansion. (Oh yea)
And I enjoy the gifts and the trips to the islands.(Oh yea)
Its good to live expensive
You know it, but my knees get weak intensive
When you get making kisses

Thats money honey, well I'm your lover and your mistress
Thats money honey
When you touch me, its so delicious
Thats money honey
Baby when you tell me the peices
Thats money honey

Thats m-o-n-e-y...so sexy

Damn, I love the boat by the beach on the west coast. (Oh yea)
And I enjoy some fine champagne
While my girls host (Oh yea)
Its good to live expensive
You know it but, my knees get weak intensive
When you get making kisses

Thats money honey, well I'm your lover and your mistress
Thats money honey
When you touch me, it's so delicious
Thats money honey
Baby when you tell me the peices
Thats money honey

You know I appreciate
The finer things
But its not what makes me happy as baby (I can do without a thing)
The turn in loving is more than I can handle
Never burn out this candle oh baby...baby

K-K-K-Kisses...Thats money honey,
well I'm your lover and your mistress
Thats money honey
When you touch me, it's so delicious
Thats money honey
Baby when you tell me the peices
Thats money honey

When you get making kisses..
Thats money honey, well I'm your lover and your mistress
Thats money honey
When you touch me, it's so delicious
Thats money honey
Baby when you tell me the peices
Thats money honey

When you get making kisses..
Thats money honey, well I'm your lover and your mistress
Thats money honey
When you touch me, it's so delicious
Thats money honey
Baby when you tell me the peices
Thats money honey

That's m-o-n-e-y...so sexy

. . .


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

. . .


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
Glam-aphonic,
electronic, disco baby
I like you a lot lot
All we want is hot hot

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!

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 buddies' the DJ
Don't forget my lipstick
I left it in your ash tray
I like you a lot lot
All we want is hot hot

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!

I'mma ... let's
select a 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

Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys ...
Boys boys boys
We love them!

Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys ...
Boys boys boys
We love them!

We love them!

Boys boys boys
We like boys in cars
Boys boys boys
Buy us drinks in bars
Boys boys boys ...
with hairspary and denim
Boys boys boys
We love them!

(We love them!)

. . .


In your brown eyes
I walked away
In your brown eyes
Couldn't stay
In your brown eyes
You watch her go
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 ur brwn eyes
I was feelin low
Cause the 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

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

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 bow with your new tricks
I mean its no surprise I got lost
In your brown eyes..
In your brown eyes..
Brooown brooown...eyes
Brown eyes
Brooown brooown...eyes
Got some broown eyes
Brooown brooown...eyes
Brown eyes

. . .


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 tops, 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 tops, 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 tops, 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

. . .


It's Cherry Cherry Boom Boom, Lady Gaga, I Like It Rough

Your love is nothing I can't fight (can't fight)
Can't sleep with a man who dims my shine (my shine)
I'm in the bedroom (bedroom) with tissues and when
I know you're outside banging
Then I won't let you in
'Cause it's a hard life (hard life)
With love in the world
And I'm a hard girl
Loving me's like chewing on pearls (chewing on pearls)

[chorus]
You've got me wonderin' why I, I like it rough, I, I like it rough, I, I like it rough [x2]

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 (bedroom) with tissues and when
I know you're outside banging
Then I won't let you in
'Cause it's a hard life (hard life)
With love in the world
And I'm a hard girl
Loving me's like straightening curls
(straightening curls)

[chorus]

I'm shiney 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 'cause you don't mean it
Or because I don't feel it
Unless it's rough?

[chorus]

. . .


[ Flo Rida]:
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
Cue me up on the twelve on your table

I'm so starstruck

Starstruck,
Baby could you blow my heart up ( x4)

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 your original flavor
Put the breakdown first, up into the chorus to the verse

Starstruck,
Baby could you blow my heart up ( x4)

[ Space Cowboy]:
Hey
Lil Mama
Really, really, is that him?
I have seen him before
When she got all them big rims
Give to that cash flow
My family they on trips
Shawty say hands up with
Your signature right here
Like I just a Dali Lai
And I'm supposed to sign
How she had it automatic
And I think it's goin' down
She so starstuck
The gal all struck
Aw----i had an overdose
Too many strarbucks
Ain't never seen a baller
Paper that stack taller
So let that top back on
That chevy impala
I'm having all that
Fully loaded with two starters
What did you call that
When your shawty win two dollars
But that's another chapter
So I'm a banchelor
How now me just
Spotted a baby actor
More free swagger
Bet on that dagger
Got what she want
Shawty happily ever after

Starstruck,
Baby could you blow my heart up ( x4)

[ Flo Rida]:
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
Filter that baby bump that track

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 your original flavor
Put the breakdown first, up into the chorus to the verse

I'm so starstruck

Starstruck,
Baby could you blow my heart up ( x4)

. . .


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

Cuz 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]

. . .


Oh, the disco heaven
Oh, the disco heaven

Get back, bunny
It's getting cold in here little honey
We got a show to put on your dress
Take a minute for us and relax, relax
Cupid's got me, oh with his bow & arrow, baby
He'll hit you in the pants, hot pants
Get the people to dance and relax, relax

Oh the lights still on, we're dancing
Yeah the floor is shaking
In this disco heaven
(Oh, the disco heaven)
The disco heaven

(Oh, the disco heaven)

Oh the lights still on, we're dancing
Yeah the floor is shaking
In this disco heaven
(Oh, the disco heaven)
The disco heaven

(Oh, the disco heaven)

Throw your head back, girly
Throw it like those girls in the movies
We got a show to put on your dress
Take a minute for us and relax, relax

The ball is turning, 300 mirrors burning
Through the hearts of the crowd
In the back hips just banging the track
To the music, the music

Oh the lights still on, we're dancing
Yeah the floor is shaking
In this disco heaven
(Oh, the disco heaven)
The disco heaven

(Oh, the disco heaven)

Oh the lights still on, we're dancing
Yeah the floor is shaking
In this disco heaven
(Oh, the disco heaven)
The disco heaven

(Oh, the disco heaven)

Oh we got that disco
D-I-S-C-O
And we're in heaven
H-E-A-V-E-N
Disco heaven

Feels just like heaven
Disco heaven
Disco heaven

A line up for the dance
Yeah bring those fancy pants
Y'know there's disco in the air
And hairspray everywhere

A disco heaven
A disco heaven
Disco heaven
Disco heaven

Oh the lights still on, we're dancing
Yeah the floor is shaking
In this disco heaven
(Oh, the disco heaven)
The disco heaven

(Oh, the disco heaven)

Oh the lights still on, we're dancing
Yeah the floor is shaking
In this disco heaven
(Oh, the disco heaven)
The disco heaven

(Oh, the disco heaven)

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