Love is just history that they may prove
And when you're gone I'll tell them my religion's you
When Punk-tius comes to kill the king upon his throne
I'm ready for their stones.
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands,
Above my head, head, head,
Like Jesus said.
I'm gonna dance, dance, dance,
With my hands, hands, hands,
Above my head,
Hands together, Forgive him before
He's dead because:
I won't cry for you
I won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry for you, see
When you're gone I'll still be bloody Mary
We are not just art for Michelangelo to carve,
He can't rewrite the agro of my furied heart.
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris cold
Je ne veux pas mourir toute seule:
I'll dance, dance, dance
With my hands, hands, hands,
Above my head, head, head,
Like Jesus said.
I'm gonna dance, dance, dance,
With my hands, hands, hands,
Above my head
Hands together, Forgive him before
He's dead because:
I won't cry for you
I won't crucify the things you do
I won't cry for you, see
When you're gone I'll still be bloody Mary
Gaga, Gaga, Gaga, Gaga, Gaga, Gaga, Gaga, Gaga,
Dum dum da di da
Dum dum da di da diddie da di da
Dum dum da di da
Dum dum da di da
Dum dum da di da diddie da di da
Dum dum da di da
I won't cry for you
I won't crucify the things you do do do
I won't cry for you
(Gaga), see
When you're gone
(Gaga) I'll still be bloody Mary
(Gaga)
Whoah Whoah Whoah, Whoah Whoah Whoah, Whoah Whoah Whoah,
Whoah Whoah Whoah, Whoah Whoah Whoah.
Oh, Liberaté, mi amor.
Writer(s): Clinton C. Sparks, Stefani J. Germanotta, William Sami Etienne Grigahcine, Paul Edward Blair, Fernando Garibay
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