Lady Gaga - Future Love Lyrics/Live HQ video free download

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SPEAKING BETWEEN "[&]"

The one...

[Hello.

It's nice to meet you.

Your very cute.

Rubber man.]

I can't help my----self,

I'm in love.

And when I get back,

from outer space,

I'm gonna punch him in his face.

He's the moon,

then I'm e-clipsed

I'm so lunar--yeah,

when I get to him,

I'll run him over with my rocket ship.

My, eye--li--ner,

runs, in, con-ste-llations

for you dear.

If on-ly, I could,

reboot my me-chanical heart,

I'd think clear.

Baby I'm feelin' so out of this world,

baby with you I'm a dif-fer-ent girl,

(uh-oh, oh)

You're my fu-ture love.

Baby could we make a home in the stars,

baby somewhere in a galaxy far,

(uh-oh, oh)

You're my fu-ture love.

(o-o-o-O-oh)

I want your f-f-f-f-future love,

I want your f-f-f-f-future love,

would you be my f-f-f-f-future love,

I want your f-f-f-f-future love

would you be my f-f-f-f-fu-ture man,

I wanna f-f-fuck you hard as I can,

would you be my f-f-f-future man,

I wanna f-f-f-future man.

I've been workin',

in engineering,

all our chem-estries,

and our situ-ations,

workin' out our sex e-quations

And I'm no,

I'm no, nostradamas--yeah,

Cause' my hair is blond,

But my heart is brunette,

If I'm not on you,

And at lease I'm honest.

My, mas-car-a,

runs, in, con-ste-llations,

for you dear,

my dear.

If on-ly I could,

outer space my brain,

for a--minute.

I'd think clear.

Baby I'm feelin' so out of this world,

baby with you I'm a dif-fer-ent girl,

(uh-oh, oh)

You're my fu-ture love.

Baby could we make a home in the stars,

baby somewhere in a galaxy far,

(uh-oh, oh)

You're my fu-ture love.

(o-o-o-O-oh)

I want your f-f-f-f-future love,

I want your f-f-f-f-future love,

would you be my f-f-f-f-future love,

I want your f-f-f-f-future love,

would you be my f-f-f-f-fu-ture man,

I wanna f-f-fuck you hard as I can,

would you be my f-f-f-future man,

I want your f-f-f-f-future man,

You can come and take me in,

to a place where we've never been,

he's so unreal--yeah,

he's mannequin,

he's a synthetic, plastic, an unreal man,

And I'm relying on,

on a shooting star,

to get to you

my future lo-ver-er,

He's my rubber hunk,

my kind-of guy,

and I'm stuck in,

his metal, rubber eyes,

eye, eye, eyes...

Rubber eyes,

eye, eye, eyes...

My future guy...

(ra-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum-mum...)