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VIDEOPHONE – BEYONCÉ FEAT LADY GAGA

(Composição: Knowles, Beyonce/Beyince, Angela/Crawford, Shondrae/Garrett, Sean)

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Shawty, what yo name is?
Them hustlers keep on talkin’
They like the way I’m walkin’
You saying that you want me
So press record, I’ll let you film me
On your video phone, make a cameo
Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you
Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video
If you want me you can watch me on your video phone
I love how you approach me
Fresh white with your pants hangin’ grown man low
Everything you sayin’ soundin’ good to me
No need to convince me anymore
Swag up, it’s right, one blade, it’s tight
And I smell your cologne in the air
Baby you doin’ somethin’ right
You just cancelled every other man here
You say you like my bag and the color of my nails
You can see that I got it goin’ on
I wanna make sure you remember me
So I’ma leave my number on your video phone
I got no time for frontin’
I know just what I’m wantin’
If it’s gonna be you and me
When I call, they better see me on your video screen
Them hustlers keep on talkin’
They like the way I’m walkin’
You saying that you want me
So press record, I’ll let you film me
On your video phone, make a cameo
Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you
Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video
If you want me you can watch me on your video phone
[Lady Gaga]
You my phone star
And I’m happy when my lights flashin’
‘Cause you on my receiver
Hubba, hubba
Honey, baby is so sexy that he should win an Oscar
And when you miss me, just remember that I always got you with me
I’ll be your Gene, you’ll be my Brando
I’ma put you in my move if you think that you can handle (Can you handle it?)
I know you like that (Can you handle it?)
Turn you into a star, I got it like that (Can you handle it?)
Baby don’t fight it, (Tell ‘em, B), ‘cause when I miss yo call (Can you handle it?)
I hit you right back on my video phone (You like what you see?)
Them hustlas like my fashion (You wanna video me?)
They like the way I’m walkin’ (You like what you see?)
You sayin’ that you want me (Go on and video me)
So press record, I’ll let you film me
On your video phone, make a cameo
Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you
Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video
If you want me you can watch me on your video phone
Can you handle it?
Can you handle it? (Tell ‘em, B)
Can you handle it?
Can you handle it?
You like what you see? (Can you handle it?)
You wanna video me? (Can you handle it?)
You like what you see? (Can you handle it?)
Go on and video me (Can you handle it?)
You like what you see? (Can you handle it?)
You wanna video me?
You know them Gs, they be hollerin’, ‘specially them hot ones
Brooklyn, Atlanta, Houston, to New Orleans
When they see me, they be like “Yo B, let me call you”
You breakin’ my focus, boy, you cute and you ballin’
You like it when I shake it?
Shawty on a mission, what yo name is?
What, you want me naked?
If you likin’ this position you can tape it on your video phone
Hustla keep on talkin’
You like the way it’s poppin’
You sayin’ that you want me
Press record and baby, film me
On your video phone, make a cameo (Film me)
Tape me on your video phone, I can handle you (Film me)
Watch me on your video phone, on your video, video (Film Me)
If you want me you can watch me on your video phone
Uh, uh, uh, ah, uh
Uh, uh, uh, ah, uh
(If you want me you can watch me on your) Video phone

ALEJANDRO – LADY GAGA

(Composição: Lady Gaga / Red One)

(I know that we are young
And I know you may love me
But I just can’t be with you like this anymore
Alejandro)

She’s got both hands in her pocket
And she won’t look at you, won’t look you at you
She hides true love, en su bolsillo
She’s got a halo around her finger around you

You know that I love you, boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing to loose

Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, Alejandro
I’m not your babe
I’m not your babe, Fernando
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and hush
Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, Roberto
Alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jandro
Alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jandro

(Stop, please, just let me go
Alejandro, just let me go)

She’s not broken, she’s just a baby
But her boyfriend’s like a dad, just like a dad
Draw those flames that burned before him
Now he’s gonna fire fight, got cool the bad

You know that I love you, boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing loose

Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, Alejandro
I’m not your babe
I’m not your babe, Fernando
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and hush
Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, Roberto
Alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jandro
Alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jandro

Don’t bother me
Don’t bother me, Alejandro
Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, bye, Fernando
I’m not your babe
I’m not your babe, Alejandro
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
Fernando

Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, Alejandro
I’m not your babe
I’m not your babe, Fernando
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and hush
Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, Roberto
Alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jandro
Alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro, Ale-ale-jandro

Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, Alejandro
I’m not your babe
I’m not your babe, Fernando
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and hush
Don’t call my name
Don’t call my name, Roberto
Alejandro

“Rama-ma-ma-ma Gaga uh-la-la”

Melhor comemoração de Dia dos Namorados na noite mais fria do ano de 2010! Muito vinho, pizza, risos e L’amour!

Mudando totalmente de assunto, fica aqui uma reflexão: Temos que parar de achar as pessoas nos decepcionam. Somos errados por esperar demais de quem devíamos esperar de menos!

 

TELEPHONE – LADY GAGA FEAT BEYONCÉ

Composição: Lady Gaga, Rodney “Darkchild” Jerkins

 

 

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 kind a busy

K-kind a busy, k-kind a busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I’m kind a 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 should a made some plans with me, you knew that I was free
And now you won’t stop calling me, I’m kind a busy

Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t wanna think anymore
I got my hand and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t wanna talk anymore
I got my hand 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
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh… Stop telephoning me
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…

Can call all you want, but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
Out in the club and I’m sipping that bub
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
Call when you want, but there’s no one home
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone
Out in the club and I’m sipping that bub
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

Boy, the way you blowing up my phone
Won’t make me leave no faster
Put my coat on faster
Leave my girls no faster
I should a left my phone at home
‘Cause this is a disaster
Calling like a collector
Sorry, I cannot answer

Not that I don’t like you, I’m just at a party
And I am sick and tired of my phone r-ringing
Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station
Tonight I’m not taking no calls ‘cause I’ll be dancing

‘Cause I’ll be dancing, ‘cause I’ll be dancing
Tonight I’m not taking no calls ‘cause I’ll be dancing

Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t wanna think anymore
I got my hand and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t wanna talk anymore
I got my hand and my heart on the dance floor

Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t wanna think anymore
I got my hand and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t wanna talk anymore
I got my hand and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t wanna think anymore
I got my hand and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don’t wanna talk anymore
I got my hand 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
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh… Stop telephoning me
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh…

Can call all you want, but there’s no one home
And 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
Call when you want, but there’s no one home
And 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, m-m-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, m-m-my telephone
‘Cause I’m out in the club and I’m sipping that bub
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone

We’re sorry… The number you have reached
Is not in service at this time
Please check the number, or try your call again

Eu juro que queria entender porquê as pessoas escrevem os romances e contos de fadas com final feliz. Nada contra! Mas vou dividir alguns pensamentos com vocês:

Em janeiro fui ao cinema assistir “Xuxa em O Mistério da Feiurinha”. Não vou tecer comentários sobre oque eu achei do filme e muito menos análises cinematográficas. A verdade é que eu ainda prefiro “Lua de Cristal” mesmo sabendo que o príncipe é o Sérgio Mallandro. Quero registrar aqui algumas constatações expostas no filme:

1) De todos os contos “Chapeuzinho Vermelho” é a única que não tem príncipe na história … só Lobo Mau! E ainda assim é muito feliz.

2) Em todos os contos, as princesas passam a história toda sofrendo, ralando e chorando – SOZINHA! As vezes os príncipes aparecem no começo, mas geralmente só aparecem no final (depois que a idiota da princesa passou por toda a trama sozinha).

3) Por que as histórias não começam depois do “Felizes para Sempre”?

Agora eu pergunto: Quem quer viver assim? Por que as pessoas mesmo inconscientemente buscam o “Felizes para Sempre”? Claro que todas nós queremos ser feliz e de preferência para sempre … Massss o que é ser feliz para sempre? Se casar, ter filhos, mofar em casa o dia todo enquanto o Principe sai para defender o seu reino e aceitar todas as decisões tomadas por ele? Não que seja exatamente isso … mas é isso que os “Contos de Fadas” nos impõe. Eu acho muito romântico aquela coisa toda de encanto, fadas e blá blá blá … Mas é preciso ter um pé na realidade para viver um bom romance.

Hoje em dia homens e Mulheres possuem direitos iguais – pelo menos nas relações saudáveis. Discutir o relacionamento, seja com seu par romântico, com seus pais ou amigos faz parte da boa convivencia do dia a dia. É assim que você conhece as pessoas, é assim que você descobre oque esperar de cada um e qual o papel deles na sua vida.

Pra mim toda história bonita é aquela que tem em sua base a verdade e em seu alicerce o amor. Acredito que todo amor seja eterno enquanto dure, e quando uma história acabar você ganha uma boa base para começar a escrever outra, ou quantas forem necessárias. O importante é viver bem, ser feliz para sempre significa buscar a sua felicidade ATÉ O FIM!

As mulheres sempre buscam o Principe … mas se realizam com o SAPO! – Pensem nisso!

 

BAD ROMANCE – LADY GAGA

(Composição: Lady Gaga / Red One)

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

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Rama-ramama-ah
GaGa-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
I want your love
Love, love, love 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 it bad, your bad romance

I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh–oh-oooh!)
I want your love and
All your lover’s revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

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

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Rama-ramama-ah
GaGa-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
(Love, love, love I want your love)

I want your psycho
Your vertical stick
Want you in my rear window
Baby your sick
I want your love
Love, love, love
I want your love
(Love, love, love I want your love)

You know that I want you
(‘Cause I’m a freak bitch baby!)
And you know that I need you
I want a bad, bad romance

I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your love and
All your lover’s revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

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

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Rama-ramama-ah
GaGa-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Walk, walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy

Work it
I’m a freak bitch, baby

I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don’t wanna be friends

J’veux ton amour
Et je veux ton revanche
J’veux ton amour
I don’t wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
I don’t wanna be friends
(Caught in a bad romance)
I don’t wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a 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-oooh!
I want your love and
All your lovers’ revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Rama-ramama-ah
GaGa-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Tradução: http://letras.terra.com.br/lady-gaga/1561430/#traducao

Sextaaaaaaaaaaaaa feiraaaaaaaaaaa ensolarada!!!! Essa semana foi trash, mas tudo já está ganhando forma e voltando ao normal.

Sexta é dia de música animada!!!

 

POKER FACE – LADY GAGA

(Mum mum mum mah) x5

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!)
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, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-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’s got to love nobody) x2

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

I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling, a little, 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 (fun!)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-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’s got me like nobody) x2

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

I won’t tell you that I love you
Kiss or hug you
‘Cause I’m bluffin’ with my muffin
I’m not lying I’m just stunnin’ with my love-glue-gunning

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

Can’t read my,
Can’t read my,
No he can’t read my poker face
(She’s got me like nobody) x6

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(She’s got me like nobody)

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

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

Composição: Lady GaGa / Cassey Winter


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