A Very Gaga Thanksgiving - Cooking with Chef Art Smith

Featuring The Midway

In this proud land we grew up strong
We were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail

No fight left atau so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I've changed my face, I've changed my name
But no one wants anda when anda lose

Don't give up
'Cos anda have friends
Don't give up
You're not beaten yet
Don't give up
I know anda can make it good

Though I saw it all around
Never thought I could be affected
Thought that we'd be the last to go
It is so strange the way things turn

Drove the night toward my home
The place that I was born, on the lakeside...

there he goes
my baby walks so slow
sexual tic-tac-toe
yeah, I know we both know
it isn’t time
but would anda be m-mine
we'll never get too far
just you, me and the bar
so in a ménage à trois sometimes
would he be m-mine (2x)
would anda be mine

oh baby, lights on
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 anda alone
give anda a fever - fever yeah

there it goes
you mencuri my soul and so
'cause, sweetheart
a-no-no-nobody a-no-no-knows
they're occupied
tell me you'll be m-mine
let's get inside your car
just you, me and the stars
kind of ménage à...

Your cinta is nothing I can't fight,
Can't sleep with the man who dims my shine.

I'm in the bedroom,
With tissues and when,
I know you're outside banging then I won't let anda in.
'Cause it's a hard life, with cinta in the world,
And I'm a hard girl,
Loving me is like chewing on pearls.

[Chorus:]
You've got me wandering why I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough I,
I like it rough. [x2]

Won't go without my fix tonight,
It's a little too rough.
Prom girl wipes her tears with silver lines.
And she can't get enough.

I'm in the bedroom,
With tissues and when,
I know you're outside banging then I won't let anda in.
'Cause...

In your brown eyes, walked away
In your brown eyes, couldn't stay
In your brown eyes, anda watch her go

And turn the record on
And wonder what went wrong
What went wrong

If everything was everything
But everything is over
Everything could be everything
If only we were older

Guess it's just a silly song about you
And how I lost you
And your brown eyes

In your brown eyes, I was feeling low
'cause they're brown eyes and anda never know
Got some brown eyes, but I saw her face

I knew that it was wrong
So baby, turn the record on
Play that song

Where everything was everything
But everything is over
Everything could be...