move that, move that, move, that boy is a monster, he ate my heart and then he ate my brain.
den 18 november 09
He ate my heart and then he ate my brain. Det var länge sedan ord som inte ska betyda något gjorde ont. Kall och känslolös, aldrig igen. The Fame Monster? Ja, kanske det. You've left me speechless, so speechless. I'll never talk again. I'll never love again. I'll never write a song, not even sing along. That boy is a monster. Can call all you want, but there's no one home. You're not gonna reach my telephone. Teeth. That boy is a monster. Cause when he's looking she falls apart. Baby loves to dance, loves to dance in the dark. He ate my heart and then he ate my brain.
He ate my heart and then he ate my brain. Det var länge sedan ord som inte ska betyda något gjorde ont. Kall och känslolös, aldrig igen. The Fame Monster? Ja, kanske det. You've left me speechless, so speechless. I'll never talk again. I'll never love again. I'll never write a song, not even sing along. That boy is a monster. Can call all you want, but there's no one home. You're not gonna reach my telephone. Teeth. That boy is a monster. Cause when he's looking she falls apart. Baby loves to dance, loves to dance in the dark. He ate my heart and then he ate my brain.
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