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Lady Gaga - Super Bowl Li Halftime Show Lyrics

God bless america
Land that I love
Stand beside her
And guide her
Through the night
With the light
From above
This land is your land
This land is my land
This land was meant for you and me

One nation under God, indivisible
With liberty and just this for all

Just dance
I'm on the edge

Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah

I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas plays, (Ay)
One, two, three, go
Fold em' let em' hit me, raise it
Baby stay with me
Lovegame 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, woah, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, woah, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-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 got me like nobody)
Can't read my, can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She got me like nobody)

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)

My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars

She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir

'There's nothin wrong with lovin who you are'
She said, 'cause he made you perfect, babe'

'So hold your head up girl and you'll go far
Listen to me when I say'

I'm beautiful in my way
'cause god makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way

OO there ain't no other way
Baby, I was born this way
Baby, I was born this way
OO there ain't no other way
Baby, I was born
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't be a drag - just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied, or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'cause baby you were born this way

No matter gay, straight, or bi
Lesbian, transgendered life
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born to survive
No matter black, white or beige
Chola or orient made
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born to be brave

Hello, hello, baby
You called, I can't hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, you see, see
Wha-Wha-What did you say?
Oh, you're breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you
I'm kinda busy

Just a second
It's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with
A drink in my hand, eh
You shoulda made some plans with me
You knew that I was free
And now you won't stop calling me
I'm kinda busy

Stop calling, stop calling
I don't wanna think anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling
I don't wanna talk anymore!
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephoning me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!
I'm busy!

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephoning me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm busy!

Can call all you want
But there's no one home
You're not gonna reach my telephone!
'Cause I'm out in the club
And I'm sipping that bub
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone, my telephone
'Cause I'm out in the club
And I'm sipping that bub
And you're not gonna reach my telephone!

I've had a little bit too much (much) (oh oh oh oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys, I lost my phone (phone) (oh oh oh
Oh)

What's go-ing 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, a-alright

Just dance, gonna be okay (da-da-doot-n)
Just dance, spin that record babe (da-da-doot-n)
Just dance, gonna be okay (duh-duh-duh)
Dance, dance, dance, just ju-ju-just dance

You're giving me a million reasons to let you go
You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show
You're givin' me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons

If I had a highway, I would run for the hills
If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still
But you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million

I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay

Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare
It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons

And if you say something that you might even mean
It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million

I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one
Baby, I just need one good one
Why don't you stay, stay?

Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!
Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!
Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)

I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
And I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want your bad, your bad romance

I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-ooh!)
I want your love and
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!
Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!
Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Walk walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that baby, baby

Walk walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that baby, baby

I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!
Caught in a bad romance
I don't wanna be friends

Want your bad romance
Want your bad romance

I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!
I want your love and
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!
Want your bad romance
Caught in a bad romance
Want your bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!
Want your bad romance
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance