Lady GaGa

Lady GaGa - Telephone lyrics

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Kinda busy

K-kinda busy

Kinda busy

K-kinda busy

You k-keep on calling like I'm trying to talk

I'm k-kinda busy I don't need you to stalk (me)

I smell a pest

Your a pest

Don't I see you enough everyday

Just let me dance

Let me get it like I'm wanting

Stop calling

Stop calling

I don't wanna talk anymore

Stop calling

Stop calling

I don't need to hear it

Stop calling

Stop calling

I don't wanna talk anymore

Can somebody please

Throw away this telephone

(Where the fuck is the silent button on this thing)

Hang up please

Hang up boy

This is a demand

Hang up please

Hang up boy

I cannot text you with a drink in my hand

I don't want you to bother me anymore

All I'm tryna do is get down on the floor

I look like a damn fool with this phone in my hand (let me dance)

Beyonce and me gon get crunk I hope your understand

Why you tryna boss me around like you my master

Should have left my phone at home cause this is a disater

Just trying to have some fun and dance the night away

You think keeping me on the phone is gonna make me stay

I'm a-a diva

Just let me do what divas do

Don't worry baby tommarow I'll still be your boo

I'm gonna drink the night away

I'm gonna shake what my momma gave me

Don't try to stop me

You cannot stop me

You get me all stressed

I'm trying to take all that away

Didn't I tell you I love you

So why are you so insecure

I thought you were so perfect for me

But this is starting to seem like a bad romance

Kinda busy

K-kinda busy

Kinda busy

K-kinda busy

Stop calling

Stop calling

I don't wanna talk anymore (Beyonce)

Stop calling

Stop calling

I don't need to hear it (Beyonce)

Stop calling

Stop calling

I don't wanna talk anymore (Beyonce)

Can somebody please

Throw away this telephone

Hang up please

Hang up boy

This is a demand

Hang up please

Hang up boy

I cannot text you with a drink in my hand

I don't want you to bother me anymore

All I'm tryna do is get down on the floor

I look like a damn fool with this phone in my hand (let me dance)

Gaga and me gon get crunk I hope your understand

My telephone my telephone

My telephone my telephone

My telephone my telephone (is going out the window)

My telephone my telephone

My telephone my telephone

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