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God bless americaLand that I loveStand beside herAnd guide herThrough the nightWith the lightFrom aboveThis land is your landThis land is my landThis land was meant for you and meOne nation under God, indivisibleWith liberty and just this for allJust danceI'm on the edgeMum mum mum mahMum mum mum mahMum mum mum mahI wanna hold em' like they do in Texas plays, (Ay)One, two, three, goFold em' let em' hit me, raise itBaby stay with meLovegame intuition play the cards with spades to startAnd after he's been hookedI'll play the one that's on his heartOh, woah, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-ohI'll get him hot, show him what I've gotOh, woah, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-ohI'll get him hot, show him what I've gotCan't read my, can't read myNo he can't read my poker face(She got me like nobody)Can't read my, can't read myNo 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 youngWe are all born superstarsShe rolled my hair and put my lipstick onIn 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 farListen to me when I say'I'm beautiful in my way'cause god makes no mistakesI'm on the right track babyI was born this wayDon't hide yourself in regretJust love yourself and you're setI'm on the right track babyI was born this wayOO there ain't no other wayBaby, I was born this wayBaby, I was born this wayOO there ain't no other wayBaby, I was bornI'm on the right track, babyI was born this wayDon't be a drag - just be a queenWhether you're broke or evergreenYou're black, white, beige, chola descentYou're lebanese, you're orientWhether life's disabilitiesLeft you outcast, bullied, or teasedRejoice and love yourself today'cause baby you were born this wayNo matter gay, straight, or biLesbian, transgendered lifeI'm on the right track, babyI was born to surviveNo matter black, white or beigeChola or orient madeI'm on the right track, babyI was born to be braveHello, hello, babyYou called, I can't hear a thingI have got no serviceIn the club, you see, seeWha-Wha-What did you say?Oh, you're breaking up on meSorry, I cannot hear youI'm kinda busyJust a secondIt's my favorite song they're gonna playAnd I cannot text you withA drink in my hand, ehYou shoulda made some plans with meYou knew that I was freeAnd now you won't stop calling meI'm kinda busyStop calling, stop callingI don't wanna think anymore!I left my head and my heart on the dance floorStop calling, stop callingI don't wanna talk anymore!I left my head and my heart on the dance floorStop telephoning me!I'm busy!I'm busy!Stop telephoning me!I'm busy!Can call all you wantBut there's no one homeYou're not gonna reach my telephone!'Cause I'm out in the clubAnd I'm sipping that bubAnd you're not gonna reach my telephone!My telephone, my telephone'Cause I'm out in the clubAnd I'm sipping that bubAnd 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 manWhere are my keys, I lost my phone (phone) (oh oh ohWhat's go-ing on-on the floor?I love this record baby but I can't see straightAnymoreKeep it cool, what's the name of this club?I can't remember but it's alright, a-alrightJust 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 danceYou're giving me a million reasons to let you goYou're giving me a million reasons to quit the showYou're givin' me a million reasonsGive me a million reasonsGivin' me a million reasonsAbout a million reasonsIf I had a highway, I would run for the hillsIf you could find a dry way, I'd forever be stillBut you're giving me a million reasonsGive me a million reasonsGivin' me a millionI bow down to prayI try to make the worst seem betterLord, show me the wayTo cut through all his worn out leatherI've got a hundred million reasons to walk awayBut baby, I just need one good one to stayHead stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stareIt's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware'Cause you're giving me a million reasonsGive me a million reasonsGivin' me a million reasonsAbout a million reasonsAnd if you say something that you might even meanIt's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe'Cause you're giving me a million reasonsGive me a million reasonsGivin' me a millionI bow down to prayI try to make the worst seem betterLord, show me the wayTo cut through all his worn out leatherI've got a hundred million reasons to walk awayBut baby, I just need one good oneBaby, I just need one good oneWhy don't you stay, stay?Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh!Caught in a bad romanceOh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh!Caught in a bad romanceRah-rah-ah-ah-ah!Roma-roma-ma!Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!Want your bad romanceI want your uglyI want your diseaseI want your everythingAs long as it's freeI want your love(Love-love-love I want your love)I want your dramaThe touch of your handI want your leather-studded kiss in the sandAnd I want your loveLove-love-loveI want your loveYou know that I want youAnd you know that I need youI want your bad, your bad romanceI want your love andI want your revengeYou and me could write a bad romance(Oh-oh-oh-ooh!)I want your love andAll your love is revengeYou and me could write a bad romanceOh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh!Caught in a bad romanceOh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh!Caught in a bad romanceRah-rah-ah-ah-ah!Roma-roma-ma!Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!Want your bad romanceWalk walk fashion babyWork itMove that baby, babyWalk walk fashion babyWork itMove that baby, babyI want your loveAnd I want your revengeI want your loveOh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!Caught in a bad romanceI don't wanna be friendsWant your bad romanceWant your bad romanceI want your love andI want your revengeYou and me could write a bad romanceOh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!I want your love andAll your love is revengeYou and me could write a bad romanceOh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!Want your bad romanceCaught in a bad romanceWant your bad romanceOh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!Want your bad romanceCaught in a bad romanceRah-rah-ah-ah-ah!Roma-roma-ma!Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!Want your bad romance
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