Tom tom like in Lebanon
Hotter than in Pakistan
Click click click Young Nick the atomic bomb
yeah, see ya then you lick ya tongue, bet that
It tastes good getcha some
Wicked, got ten bad b-tches
We sh sh shut it down
Now the club got glitches, dig it?
and while you do that GT’s pullin up
yeah, spaceship E.T’s in the cut, yeah
Pop a bottle just to get my head right
Tell the doctor go and get my med’s right
Monster, you know it wouldn’t be proper
If we didn’t return with a big rocket launcher
Money, money, money, money

Love is just a history that they may prove
And when you’re gone I’ll tell them my religion’s you
When [bad word] 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
Ands above my head, dance together
Forgive him before he’s dead because

I won’t cry for you
I won’t [bad word] 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 Michaelangelo to carve
He can’t rewrite the argo of my furied heart
I wait on mountain tops in Paris cold
Je veux mourire tout 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
Ands above my head, dance together
Forgive him before he’s dead because

I won’t cry for you
I won’t [bad word] 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 da-da
Dum dum da da-da, da-da-da da-da
Dum dum da da-da

Dum dum da da-da
Dum dum da da-da, da-da-da da-da
Dum dum da da-da

I won’t cry for you
I won’t [bad word] the things you do
I won’t cry for you
See when you’re gone, I’ll still be Bloody Mary.