Olá pessoal
Sejam bem vindos a mais um RMA
Hello, hello, baby, you called, I can't hear a thing
I have got no service in the club, you see, see
Wha-wha-what did you say? Oh, you're breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I'm kind a busy
K-kind a busy, k-kind a busy
Sorry, I can't hear you, I'm kind a busy
Just a second, it's my favorite song they're gonna play
And I cannot text you with a drink in my hand, eh
You should a made some plans with me, you knew that I was free
And now you won't stop calling me, I'm kind a busy
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna think anymore
I leave my head and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore
I leave my hand and my heart on the dance floor
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh... Stop telephoning me
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh... I'm busy
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh... Stop telephoning me
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh...
Can call all you want, but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Out in the club and I'm sipping that bub
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Call when you want, but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Out in the club and I'm sipping that bub
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Boy, the way you blowing up my phone
Won't make me leave no faster
Put my coat on faster
Leave my girls no faster
I should a left my phone at home
Cause this is a disaster
Calling like a collector
Sorry, I cannot answer
Not that I don't like you, I'm just at a party
And I am sick and tired of my phone r-ringing
Sometimes I feel like I live in Grand Central Station
Tonight I'm not taking no calls 'cause I'll be dancing
Cause I'll be dancing, 'cause I'll be dancing
Tonight I'm not taking no calls 'cause I'll be dancing
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna think anymore
I leave my head and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore
I leave my head and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna think anymore
I leave my head and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore
I leave my head and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna think anymore
I leave my head and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling, I don't wanna talk anymore
I leave my head and my heart on the dance floor
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh... Stop telephoning me
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh... I'm busy
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh... Stop telephoning me
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh...
Can call all you want, but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
Call when you want, but there's no one home
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
My telephone, m-m-my telephone
'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
My telephone, m-m-my telephone
'Cause I'm out in the club and I'm sipping that bub
And you're not gonna reach my telephone
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Letra: fala de a gaga querer ter espaço para si e não estar constantemente a ser “incomodada” pela pessoa que gosta dela.
Vídeo: eu acho que acaba por ser um seguimento do vídeo da musica “paparazzi”. Temos a Gaga presa uma prisão feminina e que é libertada pela Beyonce e vão pela estrada fora e envenenam umas quantas pessoas num restaurante enquanto são perseguidas pelas policia.
Curiosidades: a musica foi para à Lady gaga por acaso, já que ela a tinha escrito para a Britney Spears, mas esta não a aceitou e acabou por aparecer a Beyonce a fazer uma participação especial meio de para quedas.
Opinião geral: tal como a propria gaga acha, este foi o pior vídeo dela de sempre, e sinceramente a única coisa que tirei de positivo, são as 2 frases que elas trocam dentro do carro:
“once you kill a cow, you want to make a burger”
“trust is like a mirror, you can fiz if is broken, but you can see the crack in the motherfucker reflection”
Na próxima semana
não é uma cena é uma corrida do gajo radioactivo
Fiquem bem que eu também, até amanha
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