I always thought it was you,
toi always thought it was me.
We always thought we were it,
Seemed like a real perfect fit,
Those Brooklyn Nights set us free.
I always thought even though,
We were so young we could grow.
Up in the end it'd be us,
We'd take the F par the bus,
Where Brooklyn Nights set us free.
[Chorus]
It's not that I don't wanna l’amour toi (wanna l’amour you),
It's not that I'm really over it, toi know (you know).
It's just that I can't watch us bleed to death,
When we used to be,
Brooklyn Nights happy.
[Verse 2]
I miss our cheap chandalier,
'Member when dad hung it there?
And we would watch Rocky IV,
The one where the Russian scored,
I loved Brigitte Nielsen's hair.
I'd call toi my champion,
Thought we had already won.
And cracked open our last beer,
Falling asleep in our tears,
Those Brooklyn Nights set us free.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I found an old pair of
Keys in my bourse, sac à main that opened
The walkup we shared,
How did they get there, jerk?
I wanna see toi there,
I wanna make it work.
I didn't brush my hair
And my lashes are falling
Off of seven years
Of our bad luck dating.
I want one last night there,
A Brooklyn Night affair.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Its not that I don't want to l’amour you
'Cause I really tried, and I
Just wanna hang with the old you,
For just one Brooklyn night adieu.
Have a drink with your former self,
We both won't act like someone else.
Maybe then we'd both tell the truth,
For just one Brooklyn night adieu.
toi always thought it was me.
We always thought we were it,
Seemed like a real perfect fit,
Those Brooklyn Nights set us free.
I always thought even though,
We were so young we could grow.
Up in the end it'd be us,
We'd take the F par the bus,
Where Brooklyn Nights set us free.
[Chorus]
It's not that I don't wanna l’amour toi (wanna l’amour you),
It's not that I'm really over it, toi know (you know).
It's just that I can't watch us bleed to death,
When we used to be,
Brooklyn Nights happy.
[Verse 2]
I miss our cheap chandalier,
'Member when dad hung it there?
And we would watch Rocky IV,
The one where the Russian scored,
I loved Brigitte Nielsen's hair.
I'd call toi my champion,
Thought we had already won.
And cracked open our last beer,
Falling asleep in our tears,
Those Brooklyn Nights set us free.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
I found an old pair of
Keys in my bourse, sac à main that opened
The walkup we shared,
How did they get there, jerk?
I wanna see toi there,
I wanna make it work.
I didn't brush my hair
And my lashes are falling
Off of seven years
Of our bad luck dating.
I want one last night there,
A Brooklyn Night affair.
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Its not that I don't want to l’amour you
'Cause I really tried, and I
Just wanna hang with the old you,
For just one Brooklyn night adieu.
Have a drink with your former self,
We both won't act like someone else.
Maybe then we'd both tell the truth,
For just one Brooklyn night adieu.
Rule #1: Dress up! The Monster Ball is supposed to be the event of selflessness. Dress however the hell toi want to dress, whether that’s something to do with GaGa ou just how toi would want to dress.
Rule #2: Let yourself go. The Monster Ball has the ability to change your life if toi let it. ”The Monster Ball will set toi free.” It’s the one night to let go of everything that is bothering you, all of your insecurities, and just simply be you.
Rule #3: Sing and dance your cœur, coeur out!
Rule #4: At The Monster Ball, toi are going to Dance In The Dark; therefore, dance like no one is watching. Little Monsters will not judge, they will be the ones to rejoindre you.
Rule #5: PAWS UP.
Credit: snowhitetan.tumblr.com
Rule #2: Let yourself go. The Monster Ball has the ability to change your life if toi let it. ”The Monster Ball will set toi free.” It’s the one night to let go of everything that is bothering you, all of your insecurities, and just simply be you.
Rule #3: Sing and dance your cœur, coeur out!
Rule #4: At The Monster Ball, toi are going to Dance In The Dark; therefore, dance like no one is watching. Little Monsters will not judge, they will be the ones to rejoindre you.
Rule #5: PAWS UP.
Credit: snowhitetan.tumblr.com