Are they? Aren't they? Lady Gaga's been giving conflicting reports recently on the state of her relationship with longtime on-and-off beau Luc Carl. On May 27 she announced their split to MTV UK, which reports that Gaga and Carl were spotted together in NYC days later.
Around the time she announced the break-up, it was reported that her song "Judas" was inspired by Carl's betraying ways. Looking closer at the lyrics from her album Born This Way, there are lots of clues that perhaps Carl's not the man for Gaga. Or maybe we're just reading a lot into some fun dance pop.
Marry the Night Then I'll go down to the bar But I won't cry anymore I'll hold my whiskey up high Kiss the bartender twice I'm a loser
Making out with bartenders is the first sign of relationship trouble. Wishing to wed a non-human entity, such as a time of day, is the second.
Born This Way Don't hide yourself in regret Just love yourself and you're set I'm on the right track, baby I was born this way
That's right, Gaga! You deserve better than a betrayer! You love yourself enough to ditch the chump. No regrets.
Government Hooker I could be good Unless you wanna be mad I could be sex Unless you wanna hold hands I could be anything I could be everything I could be mom Unless you want to be dad
Wait a second... don't go changing just to please him. You're not his hooker. Oh, wait.
Judas I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby he's so cruel But I'm still in love with Judas, baby I'm just a Holy Fool, oh baby he's so cruel But I'm still in love with Judas, baby
Now Gaga, we both know that's not love.
Americano I met a girl in east LA In floral shorts - as sweet as May She sang in eights in two Barrio chords We fell in love, but not in court
A nice girl might be exactly what you need.
Hair I've had enough This is my prayer That I'll die living just as free as my hair
Don't you see? Luc Carl is just a big ol' Scrunci, holding you back! To truly be free, you've got to let your hair/wig/weave fly, Baby.
Scheisse Ich schleiban austa be clair Es kumpent madre monstere, Aus-be aus-can-be flaugen, Begun be uske but-bair
That's not German. You're just making Schiesse up to please him. Bloody Mary Love is just a history that they may prove And when you're gone I'll tell them my religion's you When Pontius comes to kill the king upon his throne I'm ready for their stones.
You're giving him too much credit if you think he's Jesus. He's just a boy. Just. A boy. Cheating on a girl.
Bad Kids Don't be insecure if your heart is pure You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby Don't be insecure if your heart is pure You're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby A bad kid baby (Don't be insecure)
Ah, Bad Boy Syndrome. You have 2,482,298,208 adoring fans who slather you in attention. You don't need to prostrate yourself to the one person who doesn't devote his 100 percent to you.
Highway Unicorn (Road to Love) Get your hot rods ready to rumble 'cuz we're gonna fall in love tonight Get your hot rods ready to rumble 'cuz we're gonna drink until we die Get your hot rods ready to rumble 'cuz we're gonna fall in love tonight Get your hot rods ready to rumble 'cuz we're gonna drink until we die
Co-dependent alcoholic relationships never end nicely.
Heavy Metal Lover I want your whisky mouth all over my blonde south Red wine and cheap perfume, and a filthy shout Tonight bring all your friends because a group does it better Why river with a pair, let's have a full house of leather
Again with the co-dependence. It's not good. But maybe you'll meet someone who treats you well at your gang-bang.
Electric Chapel Follow me Don't be such a holy fool Follow me I need something more from you It's not about sex or champagne You hardly fool
Now that's more like it. Sex and champagne are so easy to come by. You deserve better, something more special than a bottle of Andre' and banging against the Dumpster behind the club.
You and I Something, something about this place Something 'bout lonely nights and my lipstick on your face Something, something about my cool Nebraska guy Yeah something about Baby you and I
Your Nebraska boy can't keep it in his pants when you're out of town. And it must be something fantastic if you're under his spell. Again.
Edge of Glory Another shot before we kiss the other side Tonight, yeah, baby! (Tonight, yeah, baby!) I'm on the edge of something final we call life tonight (Alright! Alright!)
Please let this be about the girl in "Americano".
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