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 you cheer and scream for me
The applause, applause, applause (I know what you're waiting for)
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
(When the lights are meant to die
I know it's worth waiting for
When the lights are meant to die
I know it's worth waiting for
Touch, touch
I live for the applause, applause, applause
I live for the applause-plause, live for the applause-plause
Live for the way 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)
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, make 'em touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E (make it real loud)
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-R-T-P-O-P
Put your hands up, make it real loud
Make it real loud
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
Net ir sventam raste netiesiogiai parasyta kad ivairaus tipo bailus ir silpni zmogzudziai susilaukia uz juos ziauresniu zmogzudziu kol tie prisisaukia tikrai stipriu ir ziauriu galavarezu. Taip kad nezudyk ir nebusi zudomas (Wojciech)
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