We could, we could belong together (ARTPOP) ARTPOP, ARTPOP, ARTPOP My ARTPOP could mean anything Just do that thing that you do A hybrid can withstand these things My heart can beat with bricks and strings Come to me, in all your glamour and cruelty And

You're strumming on my heart strings Like you were a grade eight but I never felt this way, I'll pick your feet up off of the ground And never ever let you down Hold my heart to stop me bleeding now, now, now, And I'll never let you down I'm never gonna

Some things are better left unsaid Some things are better left Some lives are better Some strings are better left undone Some hearts are better left unbroken Some lives are better left untouched Some lies are better off believed Some words are better

Life is dull, it's nothing but one big lull, then presto you do a skull And find that you're reeling, she sighs and you're feeling like a toy on a string And your heart goes: "Ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding, ring-a-ding ding" How could that funny

Well, damn these dreams The first time it felt like fallin' in love Playin' my heart just like a guitar string Chasin' that same old whiskey melody It's hard to look true love in the eye and leave I remember hearin' Hank on the radio I bought a cassette,

Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything that I say Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny Betty Mae, you my heartstring, you is my destiny And you rolls across my mind, baby, each

White sparrows fell from heaven and carried her away Black arrows cut the strings of my heart, I kneel and pray They gave her one more day To say the words I couldn't say Today I walked down our old street Past the diner where we'd meet Now I dine alone

No you don't fair well No you don't fair well, without me We're drinking your lighting 'Cause he wasted your time In a year you'll be mine In the valley And my heart sinks There'll be no strings

Well, damn these dreams The first time it felt like fallin' in love Playin' my heart just like a guitar string Chasin' that same old whiskey melody It's hard to look true love in the eye and leave I remember hearin' Hank on the radio I bought a cassette,

You need a real ass nigga like me, yeah Razor blade a heart string Who you tryna fix now? Broken record left on repeat Another buildup to the let down, the let down Steady speedin' to a new pain Tragic collision on the 110 And I wish that you would slow