Tekst piosenki '4 Gaga' wykonawcy Todrick Hall

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-mamaa!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!

Want your bad romance!

I want your ugly, I want your disease (show me your teeth)
I want your everything as long as it's free
I want your love
Love, love, love
I want your love

(That boy is a monster)
I want your love and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Boys, boys, boys
I want your love and all your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh)

Oh, wey-oh oh-oh, wey-oh-oh oh
I get 'em hard so 'em what I got

Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
(Rah-rah) Boy is a monster
Can't read my, can't read my
No, he can't read my poker face
Love, love, love- I want your

Hello, hello baby you called I can't hear a thing
Sorry I cannot hear you, I'm kinda busy
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor

You can call all you want but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach, not gonna reach
Not gonna reach my telephone
Don't call my name, don't call my name Alejandro
Stop! I'm not your babe, I'm not your babe
And you're not gonna reach my telephone

Groove, slam, work it back
Filter that, baby bump that track
Groove, slam, work it back
(Don't be a drag, just be a queen)
Filter that, baby bump that track
(Don't be a drag, just be a queen)
Groove, slam, work it back
(Let's have some fun this beat is sick)
Filter that, baby bump that track
(I wanna take a ride on your disco stick)
Gaga in the room
(Gaga, fashion baby) So Starstruck
Cherry cherry cherry cherry boom

I'm so starstruck (Boom)
Baby, 'cause you blow my heart up (I want your love)
Do what you want, what you want with my body
That's money, honey. (Do want no paper gangster)
Beautiful, dirty, dirty rich, rich (Fashion of his love)
(Private plane like Lady Gaga) Cake like Lady Gaga

I'm there in the crowd
They're c-coming out
Got the flash on repeat
Need that picture of me
It don't have a price
I'm ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that, baby, I'm

I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa- cake like Lady Gaga
Baby there's no other superstar (I'm blonde, I'm skinny)
You know that I'll be (I'm rich)
Papa- (And I'm a little bit of a bitch)

There ain't no reason you and me should be alone tonight
Yeah baby tonight, yeah baby
But I got a reason you-who should take me home tonight
It's time to feel the rush, brush the dangerous
I'm gonna run right to, to the edge with you
Where we can both fall far in love

I'm on the edge of glory
And I'm hanging on a moment of truth
Out on the edge of glory
And I'm hanging on a moment with you

I'm on the edge (the edge)
The edge (the edge), the edge, the edge!
I'm on the edge of glory
And I'm hanging on a moment with you
I'm on the edge with you and I, you-you and I, you-you and I!
You-you and I

I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause

Give me that thing that I love (turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (make it real loud)

Just dance, gonna be okay
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance, spin that record babe
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance, gonna be okay
Da-doo-doo-doo
Just dance (Judas Juda-ah-ah, Judas)

Tonight! (I live for the applause)
Judas Juda-ah-ah, Judas Gaga
Tonight! I'm on the right track baby
I was born this way, hey