Lady Gaga - Stuck on Fuckin’ You lyrics
Lady Gaga [Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta] Manhattan, NYC, US 🇺🇸
[Lady Gaga - Stuck on Fuckin’ You lyrics]
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
Got no flights outta here
Got no TV shows until next year
No, I 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 fucking you stuck on fucking 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 on you
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
Purple sheets, cymbal clock
Going to spend my time rocking on top
Yea, I 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 fucking you stuck on fucking 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 on you
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, 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 would be a snore
You’d be all stuck fucking this hooker-whore
This hooker, whore
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
The fridge is broke
And 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 show again
Okay, just stop here, I could go on forever
Got no piano, we got no shows
No, I got nothing to do
But to be stuck on you
Got no flights outta here
Got no TV shows until next year
No, I 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 fucking you stuck on fucking 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 on you
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
Purple sheets, cymbal clock
Going to spend my time rocking on top
Yea, I 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 fucking you stuck on fucking 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 on you
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, 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 would be a snore
You’d be all stuck fucking this hooker-whore
This hooker, whore
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
The fridge is broke
And 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 show again
Okay, just stop here, I could go on forever