Marry The Night

I can't help myself I'm addicted to a life of
material
It's some kind of joke, I'm obsessively
opposed to the typical
All we care about is, landasan models, cadillacs
and liquor bottles
Give me something I wanna be, retro glamour,
Hollywood yes we live for the

Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we wanna live the life of the rich and
famous
Fame
Doin' it for the
Fame
Cuz we gotta taste for champagne and endless
fortune

Fame fame baby
The fame fame
We live for the fame fame baby
The fame fame
Isn't it a shame shame baby
A shame shame
In it for the fame fame baby
The fame fame

I can see myself in the...

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...