Stuck On Fuckin' You

Lady Gaga

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Stuck on Fuckin' You

Released: 01 Sep 2012

Wiki:

"Stuck on Fuckin' You" is a song written in 2010 by Lady Gaga, and produced by Fernando Garibay and DJ White Shadow. The song was written on her tour bus after a Monster Ball in Minnesota. The vocals of the song were recorded in one take. It was released at 12 AM EST, December 25, 2011 on Lady Gaga's official YouTube page as a Christmas present for her fans.

Lyrics:

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[Verse 1] Got no plans, got no clothes Got no piano, we got no shows No, I got nothing to do But to be stuck on you [Verse 2] Got no flights outta here Got no TV shows until next year No, I got nothing to do But to be stuck on you [Pre-Chorus 1] Baby, you’re my liquor I’m addicted to you So I’ll just be stuck on, stuck on fucking you Stuck on fucking you [Chorus] I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl Baby, you and I, baby, you and I could change the world I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl to love I’m stuck, stuck on you [Verse 3] Got all night, no cameras We've got no champagne but we've got drugs No, I've got nothing to do But to be stuck on you [Verse 4] Purple sheets, cymbal clock Going to spend my time rocking on top Yea, I got nothing to do But to be stuck on you [Pre-Chorus 2] Baby, you’re my Johnny Walker Baby, it’s true So I’ll just be stuck on, stuck on fucking you Stuck on fucking you [Chorus] I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl Baby, you and I, baby, you and I could change the world I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl to love I’m stuck, stuck on you [Bridge] Got no plans, got no flights While we’re here, no TV shows But we got mice in the kitchens But we don’t care 'cause we’re in love Get in the shower I’ll meet you there I bought you some hippie shit from the Deli down the stairs Love it when my man smells so good [Verse 5] Don’t forget me baby Don’t forget me when I leave and go on tour 'Cause I know your life would be a snore You’d be all stuck fucking this hooker-whore This hooker, whore [Verse 6] Got no nothing You’re in the next room You fell asleep on my tour bus while me and Fernando and Paul and Justin and Dave are making music But I miss you [Verse 7] The fridge is broke And drinking warm champagne But we don’t care cause we’re in Minnesota And we’re sold out show again And it's a sold show again [Outro] Okay, just stop here, I could go on forever