Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Lady Gaga Raunchy F-Rated Lyrics Even Mention Justin Bieber

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Here are the lyrics to Lady Gaga’s new song, “Stuck on Fucking You.” They’re from her website. It’s a fun song, but parents of younger teens and smaller kids who’ve come to idolize all the fun of Lady Gaga may be a little shocked. Imagine explaining this to your kid. Remember when this kind of thing was an underground bootleg that was hard to find? Now it’s advertised as a Christmas gift to the world. The song even mentions Justin Bieber, another teen icon. Kids, those days of innocence are over!

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
Gonna 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
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 on you

Got no plans, got no flights
Out of here, no t.v. shows
But we got mice in the kitchens
So we don’t care cause we’re in love

You’re in the shower, I meet you there
I buy you some hippie shit from the Deli downstairs
Lovin on my man’s space, so good

Don’t forget me baby
Don’t forget me when I leave and go outdoor
Cause I know your laugh will be a sore
You’ll be on stuck fucking this hooker/whore
This hooker, who who

Got no nothing, you’re in the next room
You fell asleep on my .. bed
But me and Fernando and Paul will just spend the day of making music
But I missed you

The fridge is broken but drinking warm champagne
But we don’t care cause we’ll in Minnesota
And we sold our show again

She´s too young and crazy too
He´s too old and torn out through
He is broken not ill insured
Her life´s a monster like on extacy
But if you think they will not do
Their path to heaven bogaloo
You´re just lost as non believer
And have to go to justin bieber…

Roger Friedman
Roger Friedmanhttps://www.showbiz411.com
Roger Friedman began his Showbiz411 column in April 2009 after 10 years with Fox News, where he created the Fox411 column. His movie reviews are carried by Rotten Tomatoes, and he is a member of both the movie and TV branches of the Critics Choice Awards. His articles have appeared in dozens of publications over the years including New York Magazine, where he wrote the Intelligencer column in the mid 90s and covered the OJ Simpson trial, and Fox News (when it wasn't so crazy) where he covered Michael Jackson. He is also the writer and co-producer of "Only the Strong Survive," a selection of the Cannes, Sundance, and Telluride Film festivals, directed by DA Pennebaker and Chris Hegedus.
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