Lady Gaga presenteia os seus fãs com "Stuck On Fuckin' You"

Para presentear os seus fãs nesta época festiva, Lady Gaga lançou, hoje, um música inédita que foi rejeitada para o álbum Born This Way. Intitulada "Stuck On Fuckin' You", é nada mais nada menos do que o B-Side do single “Born This Way”, foi escrita por Gaga e gravada em Minnesota depois dum concerto da Monster Ball no autocarro da digressão. Foi gravada ao vivo num único take e conta com Fernando Garibay na guitarra e Paul no Drum Machine.


Ouça a música abaixo, e a letra da música (em Inglês) abaixo.


Got no plans.
Got no clothes.
Got no piano.
We got no shows.


No, I’ve got nothin to do
but to be stuck on you.


Got no flights out of here.
Got no TV shows until next year.
No, I’ve got nothin to do
but to be stuck on you.


Baby, you’re my liquor.
I’m addicted to you,
so I’ll just be stuck on -
Stuck on fuckin’ you.


Stuck on fuckin’ you.


I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl.
Baby, you and I – Baby, you and I
could change the world.
I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl
to love.
I’m stuck, stuck, stuck.
Stuck on you.


Got all night.
No cameras.
We got no champagne,
but we got drugs.


No, I’ve got nothin to do
but to be stuck on you.


Purple sheets,
symbol clock.
Gonna spend my time
rockin’ on top.


Yeah, I’ve got nothin to do
but to be stuck on you.


Baby, you’re my Johnnie Walker.
Baby, it’s true.
So I’ll just be stuck on -
Stuck on fuckin’ you.


Stuck on fuckin’ you.


I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl.
Cuz baby, you and I – Baby, you and I’d
change the world.
I don’t ever want just another boy or a girl
to love.
I’m stuck, stuck, stuck -
on you.
On you.


Got no plans, plans, plans.
Got no flights.
Oh, I don’t get no TV shows.
But we got mice in the kitchen,
but we don’t care.
Cuz we’re in love.


Get in the shower.
I’ll meet you there.
I bought you some hippie shit
from the daddy down the stairs, oh yeah.


Loving on my man smells so good.


Don’t forget me, baby.
Don’t forget me when I leave and go on tour.
Cuz I know your life would be a snore.
You’d be all stuck on fucking this hooker, whore.
This hooker, whore.


Got no nothin.
You’re in the next room.
You fell asleep on my tour bus,
while me and Fernando are callin’ Justin and Dave.
We’re makin’ music,
but I miss you.


The fridge is broke,
and we’re drinking warm champagne,
but we don’t care cuz we’re in Minnesota.
And we’re sold out show again.
And it’s a sold out show again.


Okay, just stop it.
I could go on forever.