I stand here waiting
for tu to bang the gong
to crash the critic saying:
is it right o is it wrong?
If only fame had an IV baby could I bare,
being away from tu I found the vein put it in here.

I live for the applause, applause, applause.
I live for the applause-plause,
live for the applause-plause.
Live for the way that tu cheer and scream for me.
The applause, applause, applause.

Give me that thing that I love
(i'll turn turn the lights out)
Put your hands up make'em touch
(make it real loud) x2

A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E

Make it real loud
(put your hands up make'em touch)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E x2

I've overheard your theory,...

[INTRO:]
I met a girl in east LA
In floral shorts - as sweet as May
She sang in eights in two Barrio chords
We fell in love, but not in court

La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

Manos-
Manos-

[POST-CHORUS:]
Ahhhhh America Americano
Ahhhhh America Americano
Ahhhhh America Americano
Ahhhhh America Americano

[VERSE 1:]
Mis canciones son de la revolución [my songs are of the revolution]
Mi corazón me duele por mi generación [my corazón hurts for my generation]

If tu amor me, we can marry, on the west coast,
On a Wednesday, en un verano, en...

[Lady Gaga]
Hello, hello, baby, tu called?
I can't hear a thing
I have got no service
In the club, tu say? say?
Wha-wha-what did tu say, huh?
You're breakin' up on me
Sorry I cannot hear you
I'm kinda busy
Kinda busy
Kinda busy
Sorry I cannot hear tu I'm kinda busy

Just a second
It's my favorito! song they're gonna play
And I cannot text tu with a drink in my hand, eh?
tu should've made some plans with me
tu knew that I was free
And now tu won't stop calling me
I'm kinda busy

[Pre-Chorus:]
Stop callin'
Stop callin'
I don't wanna think anymore
I left my head and my corazón on the dancefloor...

I killed my poor friend, left her in the el maletero, tronco on highway 10
Put the cuchillo under the capucha, campana If tu find it, send it straight to Hollywood
Hahahaha Hahahaha Hahahaha
Aura-a-a-a Aura-a-a-a
I’m not a wandering slave I am a woman of choice
My veil is protection for the gorgeousness of my face
You want to fancy me cause — woman to amor But in the bedroom,
the size of them’s más than enough
Do tu wanna see me naked, lover?
Do tu wanna peak underneath the cover?
Do tu wanna see the girl who lives behind the aura, behind the aura?
Do tu wanna touch me, let’s make amor Do tu wanna be the peak underneath...