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Lady Gaga - POPART (Demo Version)

☆ Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi ☆

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Lady Gaga - POPART (Demo Version)

686 просмотров · 12 дней назад
☆ Lady Gaga’s Paparazzi ☆
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686 просмотров · 12 дней назад
I like it, but I wish I could´ve done it better, probably will remake it in the future. [VERSE 1] Lipstick dripping on a porcelain face I’m a walking contradiction in a beautiful space They want perfection, I give them a scar I’m the Mona Lisa driving a stolen car Flashbulbs popping, make me immortal My heart’s a museum, my love’s a portal I’m not your doll, I’m not your design Cut me open, baby, see what you find [PRE-CHORUS] Take a picture, make it dirty All the critics wanna hurt me If the world is just a stage I’ll set fire to the page [NEW CHORUS] POPART! Put your hands inside the picture POPART! Make it dirty, make it richer Paint me in your colors, make me come alive Art is in the chaos, baby, watch me multiply POPART! We don't need no validation POPART! Sexual art and liberation Turn the whole world upside down, let the people start You can never kill the artist— POPART! POPART! [VERSE 2] I got a diamond heart and a plastic crown Everybody wants to watch me when I’m falling down You can buy my image, but you can’t buy my soul I’m a broken little picture that refuses to fold Red carpet bleeding, cameras on my skin I’m the sin you’re selling, let the show begin If you call it ugly, I’ll call it divine Your rejection is the glitter on my design [PRE-CHORUS] Take a picture, make it dirty All the critics wanna hurt me If the world is just a stage I’ll set fire to the page [NEW CHORUS] POPART! Put your hands inside the picture POPART! Make it dirty, make it richer Paint me in your colors, make me come alive Art is in the chaos, baby, watch me multiply POPART! We don't need no validation POPART! Sexual art and liberation Turn the whole world upside down, let the people start You can never kill the artist— POPART! POPART! [BRIDGE] Who owns the body? Who owns the name? Who gets the money? Who gets the fame? If I’m a product, let me malfunction If I’m a goddess, watch the resurrection I don’t need your permission to exist I’m the kiss, I’m the punch, I’m the fist ART!