Little Monster World

1. JUST DANCE (Featuring Colby O’ Donis)2. LOVEGAME3. PAPARAZZI4. BEAUTIFUL, DIRTY, RICH5. EH, EH (NOTHING ELSE I CAN SAY)6. POKER FACE 7. THE FAME8. MONEY HONEY9. AGAIN AGAIN10. BOYS BOYS BOYS11. BROWN EYES12. SUMMERBOY[Bonus Track] DISCO HEAVEN[Bonus Track] I LIKE IT ROUGH[Bonus Track] PAPER GANGSTA[Bonus Track] STARSTRUCK (Featuring Space Cowboy & Flo Ri

(Lady Gaga/Red One/Aliaune “Akon” Thiam) RedOne, KonvictGaGa, oh-oh, ehI've had a little bit too much, muchAll of the people start to rush, start to rush byHow does he twist the dance? Can't find a drink, oh manWhere are my keys? I lost my phone, phoneWhat's going on on the floor?I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymoreKeep it cool, what's the name of this club?I can't remember but

(LadyGaga/Red One)Let’s have some fun, this beat is sickI wanna take a ride on your disco stickLet’s have some fun, this beat is sickI wanna take a ride on your disco stickI wanna kiss youBut if I do then I might miss you, babeIt’s complicated and stupidGot my ass squeezed by sexy CupidGuess he wants to play, wants to playA love game, a love gameHold me and love meJust wanna touch you for a minuteMaybe

(Lady Gaga/Rob Fusari)We are the crowd, we’re c-comin’ outGot my flash on, it’s trueNeed that picture of youIt so magical, we’d be so fantasticalLeather and jeans, garage glamorousNot sure what it meansBut this photo of us it don’t have a priceReady for those flashing light‘Cause you know that baby, II’m your biggest fan, I’ll follow you until you love mePapa, paparazziBaby, there’s no other superstar,

(Lady Gaga/Rob Fusari)Beautiful, dirty, dirty, rich, rich, dirty, dirtyBeautiful, dirty, richDirty, dirty, rich, dirty, dirty, rich, beautifulBeautiful and dirty, dirty, rich, rich, dirtyWe got a red lightPornographic dance fightSystematic, honeyBut we go no moneyOur hair is perfectWhile we’re all getting shit wreckedIt’s automatic, honeyBut we got no moneyDaddy, I’m so sorryI’m so s-s-sorry, yeahWe

(Lady Gaga/Martin Kierszenbaum)Cherry, cherry, boom, boomGagaBoy, we’ve had a real good timeAnd I wish you the best on your way, eh, ehI didn’t mean to hurt youI never thought we’d fall out of place, eh, ehI have something that I love long, longBut my friends keepa’ tellin’ me that something’s wrongThen I met someoneAnd eh, there’s nothing else I can sayEh, eh, there’s nothing else I can sayEh, eh,

(Lady Gaga/RedOne)Mum mum mum mahMum mum mum mahMum mum mum mahMum mum mum mahMum mum mum mahI wanna hold em like they do in Texas PlaysFold em let em hit me raise it baby stay with me, I love itLuck and intuition play the cards with Spades to startAnd after he’s been hooked I’ll play the one that’s on his heartOh, oh, ohI’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve gotOh, oh, ohI’ll get him hot, show him

(Lady Gaga/Martin Kierszenbaum)I can’t help myselfI’m addicted to a life of materialIt’s some kind of jokeI’m obsessively opposed to the typicalAll we care about is runway modelsCadillacs and liquor bottlesGive me something I wanna beRetro glamor Hollywood, yes, we live for theFame, doin’ it for the fame‘Cause we wanna live the life of the rich and famousFame, doin’ it for the fame‘Cause we gotta

(Lady Gaga/RedOne/Bilal Hajji)That’s M O N E Y, so sexy, IDamn, I love the Jag, the jet and the mansionOh yeahAnd I enjoy the gifts and trips to the islandsOh yeahIt’s good to live expensive you know itBut my knees get weak, intensiveWhen you give me k-kissesThat’s money, honeyWhen I’m your lover and your mistressThat’s money, honeyWhen you touch me it’s so deliciousThat’s money, honeyBaby, when you

(Lady Gaga/Rob Fusari)You’ve gotta a lotta lotta nerveComing here when I’m still with himAnd I can’t have you, it isn’t fairBorn March of ‘86, my birthday’s comingAnd if I had one wish, yeah, you’d be itWhen you’re ’roundI lose myself inside your mouthYou’ve got brown eyes like no one elseBaby, make it to meAgain and again, again, again, again, againNever stopAgain and again, again, again, again,

(Lady Gaga/RedOne)Hey there, sugar baby, saw you twice at the pop showYou take just like glitter mixed with rock and rollI like you a lot, lot, think you’re really hot, hotKnow you think you’re special when we dance real crazyGlamophonic, electronic, d-d-disco babyI like you a lot, lot, all we want is hot, hotBoys, boys, boys, we like boys in carsBoys, boys, boys, buy us drinks in barsBoys, boys,

(Lady Gaga)In your brown eyes I walked awayIn your brown eyes I couldn't stayIn your brown eyes you'll watch her goThen turn the record on and wonder what went wrongWhat went wrongIf everything was everything but everything is overEverything could be everything if only we were olderI guess it’s just a silly song about youAnd how I lost you and your brown eyesIn your brown eyes I was feeling low‘Cause

(Lady Gaga/Brian Kierulf/Josh Schwartz)One, two, threeNowhere, yeah we’re going nowhere fastMaybe this time I’ll be yours, you’ll be mineC-c-crazy, ah, get your ass in my bedBaby, you’ll be just my summer boyfriend(Summerboy)Let’s get lost, you can take me homeSomewhere nice we can be aloneBikini tops, coming offDon’t be sad when the sun goes downYou’ll wake up and I’m not aroundI’ve got to go, oh,

(Lady GaGa/Rob Fusari/Tom Kafafian)Oh, the disco heavenOh, the disco heavenGet back, bunnyIt's getting cold in here little honeyWe got a show to put on your dressTake a minute for us and relax, relaxCupid's got me, oh with his bow and arrow, babyHe'll hit you in the pants, hot pantsGet the people to dance and relax, relaxOh the lights still on, we're dancingYeah the floor is shakingIn this disco heaven(Oh,

(Lady Gaga/Martin Kierszenbaum)Your love is nothing I can’t fightCan’t sleep with the man who dims my shineI’m in the bedroom with tissues and whenI know you’re outside banging that I won’t let you in‘Cause it’s a hard life with love in the worldAnd I’m a hard girl, loving me is like chewing on pearlsYou’ve got me wandering whyI, I like it roughI, I like it roughI, I like it roughYou’ve got me wandering

(Lady Gaga/RedOne) Midnight rush, with a pen in my handInkin Lincoln, sand-script with a fanRemembering me, before it beganSometimes I felt so Def in the JamCuz the ones who loved me, told me to stopLike homegirl can't catch shit if it dropsA superwoman chick, you know that I amSome shit don't fly by me in a manCuz I do not accept any lessThan someone just as real, as fabulousDon't want no PAPER

(Lady GaGa/Martin Kierszenbaum/Nick Dresti/Tramar Dillard)Groove. Slam. Work it back. Filter that. Baby bump that track.Groove. Slam. Work it back. Filter that. Baby bump that track.Groove. Slam. Work it back. Space Cowboy just play that track.Gaga in the Room. So STARSTRUCK Cherry Cherry CherryCherry Boom Boom.Rollin' up to the club on the weekendStylin' out to the beat that you’re freakinFantasize