Paroles de 'Super Bowl LI Halftime Show (medley)' par Lady Gaga

God bless America
Land that I love
Stand beside her and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above

This land is your land, this land is my land
This land was made for you and me

One nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all

(Just, just dance)
(Let's play a love game, play a love game)
(Papa-paparazzi)
I'm on the edge!

Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah

I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please, one, two, three
Fold 'em, let 'em hit me, raise it, baby, stay with me
LoveGame intuition, play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked, I'll play the one that's on his heart

Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, woah-oh, oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Can't read my, can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She’s got me like nobody) Come on Houston!
Can't read my, can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She’s got me like nobody)
Po-po-po-poker face, po-po-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)

My mama told me when I was young
We are all born superstars
She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on
In the glass of her boudoir

There's nothing wrong with loving who you are
She said: 'Cause He made you perfect, babe
So hold your head up, girl, and you'll go far
Listen to me when I say

I'm beautiful in my way
'Cause God makes no mistakes
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way
Don't hide yourself in regret
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way

Ooh, there ain't no other way
(Baby, I was born this way)
Baby, I was born this way
(Ooh, there ain't no other way)
(Baby, I was born this way)
Right track, baby
I was born this way

Don't be a drag, just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're Lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
Cause baby, you were born this way

No matter gay, straight or bi
Lesbian, transgendered life
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born to survive
No matter black, white or beige
Chola or orient made
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born to be brave!

Hello, hello, baby, you called? I can't hear a thing
I have got no service in the club, you say, say?
Wha-wha-what did you say, huh? You're breakin' up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy

Just a second, it's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh
You should've made some plans with me, you knew that I was free
And now you won't stop callin' me, I'm kinda busy

Stop callin', stop callin', I don't wanna (think anymore)
I left my head and my heart on the (dance floor)
Stop callin', stop callin', I don't wanna talk anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh)
Stop telephonin' me!
(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh) (Stop telephonin' me)
I'm busy!
(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh) (I'm busy)
Stop telephonin' me!
(Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh) (Stop telephonin' me)

Can call all you want, but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
'Cause I'm out in the club, and I'm sipping that bubb
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
(My telephone, m-m-my telephone)
('Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sippin' that bub)
(And you're not gonna reach my telephone)

I've had a little bit too much, much (Oh, oh, oh-oh)
All of the people start to rush (Start to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (Oh, oh, oh-oh)

What's goin' on, on the floor?
I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember, but it's alright, a-alright

Just dance
(Gonna be okay, da-da-doo-doot-n)
(Just dance)
(Spin that record, babe, da-da-doo-doot-n)
(Just dance) Baby
(Gonna be okay)
(Da-da-da-dance, dance, dance)
(Just, j-j-just dance)

How you doing tonight, Texas?
America, World, how you doing tonight?
We're here to make you feel good, you wanna feel good with us?

You're giving me a million reasons to let you go
You're giving me a million reasons to quit the show
You're givin' me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons

If I had a highway, I would run for the hills
If you could find a dry way, I'd forever be still
You're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million-

I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
But baby, I just need one good one to stay

Hey Dad, hey Mom

Head stuck in a cycle, I look off and I stare
It's like that I've stopped breathing, but completely aware
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million reasons
About a million reasons

And if you say something that you might even mean
It's hard to even fathom which parts I should believe
'Cause you're giving me a million reasons
Give me a million reasons
Givin' me a million-

I bow down to pray
I try to make the worst seem better
Lord, show me the way
To cut through all his worn out leather
I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away
(But baby, I just need one good one) But baby, I just need one good one
(Tell me that you'll be the good one, good one) Tell me that you'll be the good one
Why don't you, stay, stay, stay?

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Caught in a bad romance)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh) Oh! Let's Go!
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Caught in a bad romance) This Super Bowl is what champions are made of!

Ra-ra, ah-ah-ah
Roma, Roma-ma
Gaga, ooh, la-la
Want your bad romance

I want your ugly, I want your disease
I want your everything as long as it's free
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love

I want your drama, the touch of your hand (Hey!)
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love, love, love, I want your love
(Love, love, love, I want your love) Come on!

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, your bad romance

I want your love and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I want your love and all your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!)
(Caught in a bad romance)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!)
Caught in a bad romance

(Ra Ra-ah-ah-ah)
(Roma Roma-ma)
Gaga: Oh la-la
(Want your bad romance)

(Walk, walk, fashion baby)
(Work it, move that baby, baby)
(Walk, walk, fashion baby)
(Work it, move that baby, baby)

I want your love and I want your revenge

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!)
(Caught in a bad romance) I don't wanna be friends
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!) Want your bad romance!
(Caught in a bad romance) Want your bad romance!

I want your love and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I want your love and all your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!) Want your bad romance!
(Caught in a bad romance) Want your bad romance!
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!) Want your bad romance!
(Caught in a bad romance)

Ra Ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma Roma-ma
Gaga: Oh la-la
Want your bad romance

Super Bowl 51!