Lyric | (P)erry or (G)aga? |
You think I'm pretty without any makeup on | |
Whenever I'm dressed cool, my parents put up a fight | |
I don't speak German, but I can if you like | |
I lost my fake ID, but you lost the motel key | |
Your kiss is cosmic, every move is magic | |
They say it's hard to meet your match | |
Whether you're broke or evergreen, your black, white, beige, chola descent | |
But if I do I might miss you babe | |
With your James Dean glossy eyes, in your tight jeans and your long hair | |
Like a hard candy with a surprise center | |
I want your horror, I want your design | |
Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my | |
Pink flamingos in the pool | |
I'd own the bank | |
And I cannot text you with my drink in my hand | |
I'll wait on mountain tops on Paris cold | |
I saw a spider, I didn't scream | |
The creme de la crop | |
Moved downtown when I was just nineteen | |
Even the seasons change | |
You think I'm pretty without any makeup on | |
Whenever I'm dressed cool, my parents put up a fight | |
I don't speak German, but I can if you like | |
I lost my fake ID, but you lost the motel key | |
Your kiss is cosmic, every move is magic | |
They say it's hard to meet your match | |
Whether you're broke or evergreen, your black, white, beige, chola descent | |
But if I do I might miss you babe | |
With your James Dean glossy eyes, in your tight jeans and your long hair | |
Like a hard candy with a surprise center | |
I want your horror, I want your design | |
Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my | |
Pink flamingos in the pool | |
I'd own the bank | |
And I cannot text you with my drink in my hand | |
I'll wait on mountain tops on Paris cold | |
I saw a spider, I didn't scream | |
The creme de la crop | |
Moved downtown when I was just nineteen | |
Even the seasons change | |
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