Exclusiva : Stuck On Fuckin´You , el regalo de Lady Gaga .

Stuck On Fuckin´You , una canción que Lady Gaga ha regalado al mundo entero por navidad . Está canción forma parte de "Born This Way" , pero no publicó la canción en el disco al final . Es una canción muy rockera y muy atrevida con solo ver su nombre . La canción fue grabada en directo . Aqui os dejamos el link de descarga de la canción en formato .m4a , formato de iTunes :

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Lyrics :
Got no plans, got no clothes 
Got no piano, ain’t got no shows 
No, I’ve got nothing to do 
But to be stuck on you 

Got no flights out of here 
Got no TV shows until next year 
No, I’ve got nothing to do 
But to be stuck on you 

Baby, you’re my liquor, I’m addicted to you 
So I’ll just be stuck on, stuck on f-ckin’ you 
Stuck on f-ckin’ you 

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, stuck, stuck on you 

Got all night, no cameras 
We got no champagne but we got drugs 
No, I’ve got nothing to do 
But to be stuck on you 

Purple shades, cymbal clock 
Gonna spend my time rocking on top 
Yea, I’ve got nothing to do 
But to be stuck on you 

Baby you’re my Johnny Walker, baby it’s true 
So I’ll just be stuck on, stuck on f-ckin’ you 
Stuck on f-ckin’ you 

I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl 
Cause 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, stuck on you 
On you 

Got no plans, got no flights 
We’re outta here, no TV shows 
But we got mice in the kitchens 
No, we don’t care cause we’re in love 

Get in the shower, I meet you there 
I bought you some hippie sh-t from the Deli downstairs, oh yeah 
Love it when my man smells so good 

Don’t forget me baby 
Don’t forget me when I leave and go on tour 
Cause I know your life will be a snore 
You’d be stuck on f-ckin’ this hooker *whore* 
This hooker hoo hoo 

Got no nothing, you’re in the next room 
You fell asleep on my tour bed 
While me and Fernando and Paul and Justin and Dave are making music 
But I missed you 

The fridge is broken, we’re 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 out show again