viernes, 26 de marzo de 2010

Telephone



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.
K-kinda busy.
K-kinda busy.
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 shoulda made some plans with me,
You knew that I was free,
And now you won’t stop calling me,
I’m kinda busy.

Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna think anymore.
I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor.

Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna talk anymore,
I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor.

Stop telephonin’
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e
I’m busy
Stop telephonin’
Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e

Can call all you want but there’s no one home,
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone.

‘Cuz I’m out in the club,
And I’m sippin that bubb,
And you’re not gonna reach my telephone.

Boy why you blown up my phone?
Won’t make me leave no faster,
Put my coat on faster,
Leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home.
‘Cuz this is a disaster.
Calling like a collector.
Sorry, I can’t answer.

Not that I don’t like you,
I’m just at a party,
And I am sick and tired of my phone ringing.
Sometimes I feel like I live in grand central station.
Tonight I’m not takin’ no calls,
‘Cuz I’ll be dancin’.

Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna think anymore
I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor
Stop callin’
Stop callin’
I don’t wanna talk anymore
I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor.

2 comentarios:

風神 dijo...

O_o D´Oh! Parecen Barbis!!

Patri Tezanos dijo...

Lady Gaga es el nuevo Marilyn Manson.