Government Hooker

GAGA, GA-OOOOOO-AHH
GAGA, GA-OOOOOOOOO
Io Ritorne
Io Ritorne
Io Ritorne
Io Ritorne
GOVERNMENT HOOKER-EeH

I can be good
(If you just wanna be bad)
I can be cool
(If you just wanna be mad)
I can be anything
I'll be your everything
Just touch me baby
(I don't wanna be sad)

As long as I'm your hooker
(Back up and turn around)
As long as I'm your hooker!
(Hands on the ground!)
As long as I'm you're hooker
(Back up and turn around)
As long as I'm your hooker!
(Get down!)

Hoo-ooker
(Yeah, You're my hooker)
Hoo-ooker
(Government Hooker)
Hoo-ooker
(Yeah, You're my hooker)
Hoo-ooker
(Government Hooker)

I'm gonna drink my tears tonight
I'm gonna drink my tears and cry
Cuz' I know you love me baby
I know you love me baby

I could be girl
(Unless you want to be man)
I could be sex
(Unless you want to hold hands)
I could be anything
I could be everything
(iku iku)
I could be mom
(Unless you want to be dad)
(Ay mi papito)

As long as I'm your hooker
(Back up and turn around)
As long as I'm your hooker!
(Hands on the ground!)
As long as I'm you're hooker
(Back up and turn around)
As long as I'm your hooker!
(Get down!)

Hoo-ooker
(Yeah, You're my hooker)
Hoo-ooker
(Government Hooker)
Hoo-ooker
(Yeah, You're my hooker)
Hoo-ooker
(Government Hooker)

Put your hands on me
John F. Kennedy
I'll make you squeal baby
As long as you pay me (AW)

I'm gonna drink my tears tonight
I'm gonna drink my tears and cry
Cause I know you love me baby
I know you love me baby!

Hoo-ooker
(Yeah, You're my hooker)
Hoo-ooker
(Government Hooker)
Hoo-ooker
(Yeah, You're my hooker)
Hoo-ooker
(Government Hooker)

I could be girl
(Unless you want to be man)
I could be sex
(Unless you want to hold hands)
I could anything
I could be everything
I could be mom
(Unless you want to be dad)

I wanna f*ck government hooker
(Back up and turn around)
Stop shitin' me government hooker
(Hands on the ground!)
I wanna f*ck government hooker
(Back up and turn around)
Stop shitin' me government hooker
(Get down!)

YEAH

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