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Lady Gaga – Alejandro

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Marilyn Manson symbolic nudity
Madonna -- Justify My Love

Lady Gaga -- Alejandro Lyrics

I know that we are young.
And I know you may love me.
But I just can’t be with you like this anymore.
Alejandro.

She’s got both hands
in her pockets.
And she wont look at you,
Won’t look at you

She hides true love.
En su bolsillo
She’s got a halo ’round her finger.
Around you.

You know that I love you boy.
Hot like Mexico, rejoice.
At this point I gotta choose,
nothing to loose.

Don’t call my name.
Don’t call my name, Alejandro.
I’m not your babe.
I’m not your babe, Fernando.

Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch.
Just smoke one cigarette and hush.
Don’t call my name.
Don’t call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro.
Alejandro.
Ale-ale-jandro.
Ale-ale-jandro. [2x]

(Just stop. Please. Just let me go. Alejandro. Just let me go.)

She’s not broken,
She’s just a baby.
But her boyfriend’s like a dad, just like a dad.
and all those flames that burned before him.
Now he’s gonna fight your fight, gonna cool the bad.

You know that I love you boy.
Hot like Mexico, rejoice.
At this point I gotta choose,
nothing to loose

Don’t call my name.
Don’t call my name, Alejandro.
I’m not your babe.
I’m not your babe, Fernando.

Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch.
Just smoke my cigarette and hush.
Don’t call my name.
Don’t call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro.
Alejandro.
Ale-ale-jandro.
Ale-ale-jandro. [2x]

Don’t bother me.

http://www.elyricsworld.com/alejandro_lyrics_lady_gaga.html

Don’t bother me. Alejandro
Don’t call my name.
Don’t call my name, Fernando.

I’m not your babe.
I’m not your babe, Alejandro.

Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch. Fernando.
Don’t call my name.
Don’t call my name, Alejandro.
I’m not your babe.
I’m not your babe, Fernando.

Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch.
Just smoke my cigarette and hush.
Don’t call my name.
Don’t call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro.
Alejandro.
Ale-ale-jandro.
Ale-ale-jandro. [2x]

Don’t call my name.
Don’t call my name, Alejandro.
I’m not your babe.
I’m not your babe, Fernando.

Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch.
Just smoke my cigarette and hush.
Don’t call my name.
Don’t call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro.

Michael Jackson – This is it!

This Is It was a series of 50 sold out concerts by Michael Jackson to be held at the The O2 arena in London. They were scheduled to begin in July 2009 and continue through March 2010. Less than three weeks before the first show was due to begin, Jackson died of a cardiac arrest.

Jackson promoted the concerts by appearing at a press conference on the arena site. AEG Live, the concert promoters, released a promotional video that took up an entire commercial break, setting a record for ITV.

Jackson died on June 25, 2009, following a cardiac arrest, eighteen days before his planned first show. AEG Live, who persuaded Jackson to sign up for the shows, is currently facing a liability of up to £300 million and an empty venue for the next nine months. The O2 arena has stated that full refunds, including all ticket service charges, will be available to those who purchased tickets through authorised agents, but that “fans will have the option to be sent the actual tickets they would have received to attend the shows in lieu of the full refunds which are being offered.” Fans who bought their tickets from private sellers may face difficulties. eBay recommended that purchasers contact their sellers for refunds and stated that those who used PayPal can get their money back if the purchase was made during the last 45 days, then later stated that “all buyers on the site will receive a full refund for their ticket purchase”.

AEG Live recorded one of the last rehearsals prior to his death. Jackson performing his song “They Don’t Care About Us” of June 23, 2009 was released as a short clip of the footage on July 2, 2009. An anonymous AEG Live official reported that Jackson’s final dress rehearsal was recorded and might be released “as a ‘live’ album and DVD.” The rehearsal, held the day before his death, “was recorded in multi-camera high-definition video and multi-track surround-sound audio”. Jackson made a music video, currently known as “Dome Project”, in early June 2009. The video was made to be presented on stage during the This Is It tour while Jackson performed live. It is scheduled to finish post-production in mid-July 2009. Plans for a Michael Jackson tribute concert have been announced, to be held in September 2009. According to AEG, the show will replicate what was planned for the “This Is It” concerts.

Jackson’s family has said it would like to know more about the role of AEG Live in the final weeks of Jackson’s life.

Jackson’s memorial service was held on July 7, 2009 at the Staples Center in downtown Los Angeles, which he had been using extensively as a rehearsal space. Several numbers from “This Is It” were incorporated into the memorial service, using guest performers along with Jackson’s band and dancers. Kenny Ortega stage-managed the service and also gave one of the eulogies.

Michael Jackson’s known love life includes:

Brooke Shields (1984). Jackson and actress/model Brooke Shields had a brief, but well-publicized relationship in 1984.

Madonna (1991). Whether it was a one-night stand or something else, the King of Pop and the Material Girl raised eye brows when they showed up at the Grammys together in 1991. Published reports at the time said while the entered and left together, both were more interested in other people than each other. However, that didn’t spark a media frenzy.

Lisa Marie Presley (1994-96). Presley became Jackson’s first wife in 1994. Originally meeting when they were children, their whirlwind romance last only four months before the couple married. Presley supported Jackson through rough times in his life—including accusations of child-molestation and drug addiction. Presley helped persuade Jackson to settled the molestation accusations out of court and to enter drug rehabilitation. The couple appeared at the 1994 MTV Video Music Awards, sharing a kiss on stage. They divorced in 1996, but remained on friendly terms.

Debbie Rowe (1996-99). Rowe was Jackson’s dermatological nurse in the 1980s helping treat his vitiligo—the condition that significantly lightened Jackson’s skin. As his nurse, Rowe became a source of emotional support for Jackson and a confidant. The relationship didn’t turn physical until 1996. Originally, the couple didn’t plan to marry, but when Rowe became pregnant with Jackson’s child, Michael Joesph Jackson Jr. (or Prince), Jackson’s mother convinced the couple to marry. Rowe also gave birth to Jackson’s second child—daughter Paris Michael Katherine Jackson—Rowe and Jackson divorced in 1999, and Rowe turned over parental rights to Jackson. In 2006, Jackson and Rowe began to share custody of Prince and Paris.

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“Super Freak” Dude… take ur fucking medication!

Justify my Love (Madonna)

Poor is the man
Whose pleasures depend
On the permission of another

I wanna kiss you in Paris
I wanna hold your hand in Rome
I wanna run naked in a rainstorm
Make love in a train cross-country
You put this in me
So now what, so now what?

Chorus:
Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
Hoping, praying
For you to justify my love

I want to know you
Not like that
I don’t wanna be your mother
I don’t wanna be your sister either
I just wanna be your lover
I wanna be your baby
Kiss me, that’s right, kiss me

(chorus)

Yearning, burning
For you to justify my love

What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
Talk to me — tell me your dreams
Am I in them?
Tell me your fears
Are you scared?
Tell me your stories
I’m not afraid of who you are
We can fly!

Poor is the man
Whose pleasures depend
On the permission of another
Love me, that’s right, love me
I wanna be your baby

(chorus)

I’m open and ready
For you to justify my love
To justify my love
Wanting, to justify
Waiting, to justify my love
Praying, to justify
To justify my love
I’m open, to justify my love

The YouTube Girl

Bilingual (Jose Nunez)

Jose Nunez feat. Taina -- Bilingual

The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you’re the answer to every question I’ve ever had about love

Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for me

I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something that I ever couldn’t re-create

Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then

Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place

As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstacy

My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name

[Spanish]

You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual

I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really

Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos
Again
You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I’m told

You’ve molded me so I’m good to no-one else but you
You’ve conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again and
Again

My face radiates with after-glow
My pillow scented by you
A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex
I
Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history

You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilingual
You fucking me makes me bilïngual