Lady Gaga...and Lord Gaga

It’s the future and everything is weird
Check out this guy he’s got a metal beard
I give good headache, I’ll make you scream
Is this reality or just a fever dream?
I like to jerk and twitch, this is how I dance
It’s cold in here man please put on some pants, (No)
Chic, freak, sister fierce, work those bitchy gams
Those are just some words that only gay men understand
Blah blah blah, ooh ooh eeh
Everybody look at me
Random stuff, random stuff
Tell me have you had enough?
If I love you and you love me
Then baby how can we go wrong?
This chorus doesn’t have anything to do
With the rest of the song, (Completely unrelated)
I’m Lady Gaga, (Gaga)
And I’m Lord Gaga, (Gaga)
Sometimes we like to sing like we are underwater
You think you’re weird girl but I’m weirder than you
Let me tell you of the weird things that I like to do
Yesterday I went to church and made out with a nun, (Oh)
Then I went up to the roof and stared into the sun
That is pretty weird but I think I got you beat
I like to wear bathing suits made out of raw meat
I put on a tuxedo before I go to bed
I send out birthday cards to people who are dead
I like to eat Brillo pads, it’s how I got this voice
Sometimes I like to cut myself but it’s a fashion choice
If I love you and you love me
Then baby how can we go wrong?
We’re totally making this shit up
As we go along, (I might have overdone it)