(Lyrics of Lady Gaga's new single, Applause, from her new album ARTPOP)
I stand here waiting for you to bang the gong
To crash the critic saying, "is it right or is it wrong?"
If only fame had an IV, baby could I bear
Being away from you, I found the vein, put it in here
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
(Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
(Make it real loud)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
I've overheard your theory
"Nostalgia's for geeks"
I guess sir, if you say so
Some of us just like to read
One second I'm a Koons
Then suddenly the Koons is me
Pop culture was in art
Now, art's in pop culture in me
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
(Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
(Make it real loud)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
Touch, touch
Touch, touch, now
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
(Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
(Make it real loud)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-R-T-P-O-P
I stand here waiting for you to bang the gong
To crash the critic saying, "is it right or is it wrong?"
If only fame had an IV, baby could I bear
Being away from you, I found the vein, put it in here
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
(Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
(Make it real loud)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
I've overheard your theory
"Nostalgia's for geeks"
I guess sir, if you say so
Some of us just like to read
One second I'm a Koons
Then suddenly the Koons is me
Pop culture was in art
Now, art's in pop culture in me
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
(Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights on)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
(Make it real loud)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
Touch, touch
Touch, touch, now
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
(Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love
(I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
(Make it real loud)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-R-T-P-O-P
Lyrics
There he goes
My baby walks so slow
Sexual tic-tac-toe
Yeah...
We'll never get too far
Just...
Sometimes
Would he be mine?
Would he be mine?
Would you be mine?
Oh baby...
But your mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone
With this fever, fever yeah
I want it all
Now I'm gonna get you alone
Give you a fever, fever yeah
There it goes
... nobody knows
Let's get inside your car
Just... me... the start
Sometimes
Would he be mine?
Would he be mine?
Could you be mine?
Oh baby...
But your mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone
With this fever, fever yeah
I want it all
Now I'm gonna get you alone
Give you a fever, fever yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Oh baby...
But your mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone
With this fever, fever yeah
I want it all
Now I'm gonna get you alone
Give you a fever, fever yeah
Fever, fever, yeah
There he goes
My baby walks so slow
Sexual tic-tac-toe
Yeah...
We'll never get too far
Just...
Sometimes
Would he be mine?
Would he be mine?
Would you be mine?
Oh baby...
But your mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone
With this fever, fever yeah
I want it all
Now I'm gonna get you alone
Give you a fever, fever yeah
There it goes
... nobody knows
Let's get inside your car
Just... me... the start
Sometimes
Would he be mine?
Would he be mine?
Could you be mine?
Oh baby...
But your mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone
With this fever, fever yeah
I want it all
Now I'm gonna get you alone
Give you a fever, fever yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Oh baby...
But your mom's not home
I'm sick of laying down alone
With this fever, fever yeah
I want it all
Now I'm gonna get you alone
Give you a fever, fever yeah
Fever, fever, yeah