I, I am confused, fighting myself Wanting to give in, needing your help Skin cold with fear, feel it when we touch Outside I know you, but inside I'm fucked Can you see it in me, skin cold from touch Each turn confronted with what I have done You pull me

You hold me You caught me without warning You hold me, you hold me See what we're made of So what are we afraid of? We pretend we're not falling But you can't keep your hands off of me Close enough to see right through me I don't know who you are

Talking to the man in her mirror And it's dangerous Sleepin' with these strangers Every night a different woman doing the same shit And you don't even care I know it's fucked up Different city, switching women Putting cups up, getting fucked up Ain't got

Here's a song I sing for you About a girl that I once knew She lived in a great big house With golden gates where servants bowed Unashamed I'd sit outside and wait for hours Hoping that she'd climb down from her ivory towers This beautiful girl as pretty

It's the same old you The same old you Cause until I get to leaving It's just the same old me too When you get to drinking When you're on the town In church on Sunday Getting high when the sun goes down And I think I'm done with you

Little miss lady in the yellow, wassup? Little miss lady in the yellow, hello Would you like to push pedals through the meadow with me? (With me?) I just got a question, baby, can I fuck on you? We zonin', baby girl, we zonin' I just want you here

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

God only knows What Brian Wilson meant Pick out your clothes With some real intent You don't seem to care That I've been waiting here Pulling out my hair For you to come

This love is be and end all This love will be your downfall Who are we to be emotional Who are we to play with hearts And throw away it all Who are we to turn each others heads Who are we to find ourselves in other people's beds I don't like the way I

Almost blue Almost doing things we used to do There's a boy here and he's almost you Almost all the things that your eyes once promised I see in his too Now your eyes are red from crying Flirting with this disaster became me It named me as the fool who