"Applause" lyrics
(originally by Lady Gaga)
I stand here waiting for you to bang the gong
To crash the critic saying, “Is it right or is it wrong?”
If only fame had an IV
Baby, could I bear being away from you
I found the vein, put it in here
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (Make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (Make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
I've overheard your theory “Nostalgia's for geeks”
I guess sir if you say so
Some of us just like to read
One second I'm a Koons, then suddenly the Koons is me
Pop culture was in art, now art’s in pop culture, in me
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (Make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (Make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
Woo...
Touch, touch
Woo...
Touch, touch, now...
Woo-oh-oh-oh...
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (Make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (Make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
To crash the critic saying, “Is it right or is it wrong?”
If only fame had an IV
Baby, could I bear being away from you
I found the vein, put it in here
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (Make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (Make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
I've overheard your theory “Nostalgia's for geeks”
I guess sir if you say so
Some of us just like to read
One second I'm a Koons, then suddenly the Koons is me
Pop culture was in art, now art’s in pop culture, in me
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (Make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (Make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
Woo...
Touch, touch
Woo...
Touch, touch, now...
Woo-oh-oh-oh...
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way that you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
Give me that thing that I love (I'll turn the lights out)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch (Make it real loud)
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (Make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (Make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
Writer(s): Stefani J. Germanotta, William Sami Etienne Grigahcine, Paul Edward Blair, Julien Arias, Martin Bresso, Nick Monson, Dino Zisis, Nicolas Mercier
