Whoa-oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whenever I start feeling strong I'm called a bitch in the night But I don't need these 14-carat golds to win I am a woman, I insist it's my life The queen that's inside of me This is my chance to release it

Amen, on the runway Dressed in his best Amen fashion, on the runway Work it, black Jesus Put it on, amen fashion There's no way I could be stopped Was taking my best shot Celebrate, oh oh, a new compassion I grew up in New York City

Dream awhile, scheme awhile, you're sure to find Oh, I can't give you anything but love I can't give you anything but love, baby That's the only thing I've plenty of, baby Happiness and I guess, all those things you've always pined for Gee I'd like to

Heal me, ah Lay me down, lay me down now Gonna heal me Oh, before it's too late Won’t you steal me? Steal me all the way from myself Won't you heal me? Lay me down, touch my spirit, oh

Can't read my, No he can't read my poker face Can't read my (Muh muh muh muh) P p p poker face, p p p poker face (She is gonna let nobody) (She's got me like nobody) I'll get him hot, show him what I've got Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh

Baby let's get high, John Wayne Every john is just the same I'm sick of their city games I crave a real wild man I'm strung out on John Wayne It's like, I just love a cowboy you know I'm just like, I just, I know, it's bad But I'm just like Can I just

Baby I was born this way Oh there ain't no other way I was born this way hey I'm on the right track, baby Don't be a drag, just be a queen I'm on the right track baby I'm beautiful in my way 'Cause God makes no mistakes Don't hide yourself in regret

Whoa whoa I'm in love with Juda-as, Juda-as Juda-as! Juda-ah-as! Judas! Juda-ah-as Juda-as! Juda-ah-as! Judas! Ga-ah ga-ah But I'm still in love with Judas, baby I'm just a holy fool, oh baby it's so cruel Ah oh I'll bring him down, bring him down, down

All the Pinot, Pinot Grigio girls Watch your blues turn gold Keep it real cold 'Cause it's a fired-up world Oh, oh, make it all make sense Pour your heart out Oh, oh, does it all make sense? I was twenty-three She was thirty-five

Don't be insecure If your heart is pure Don't know wrong from right You're still good to me if you're a bad kid, baby A bad kid, baby A bad kid baby One of the bad kids I'm a bad kid Oh I'm a bad kid