I always thought it was you,
You 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 por the bus,
Where Brooklyn Nights set us free.
[Chorus]
It's not that I don't wanna amor you (wanna amor you),
It's not that I'm really over it, you 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 you 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 bolsa that opened
The walkup we shared,
How did they get there, jerk?
I wanna see you 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 amor 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.
You 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 por the bus,
Where Brooklyn Nights set us free.
[Chorus]
It's not that I don't wanna amor you (wanna amor you),
It's not that I'm really over it, you 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 you 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 bolsa that opened
The walkup we shared,
How did they get there, jerk?
I wanna see you 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 amor 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 you want to dress, whether that’s something to do with GaGa or just how you would want to dress.
Rule #2: Let yourself go. The Monster Ball has the ability to change your life if you let it. ”The Monster Ball will set you 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 coração out!
Rule #4: At The Monster Ball, you 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 cadastrar-se you.
Rule #5: PAWS UP.
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Rule #2: Let yourself go. The Monster Ball has the ability to change your life if you let it. ”The Monster Ball will set you 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 coração out!
Rule #4: At The Monster Ball, you 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 cadastrar-se you.
Rule #5: PAWS UP.
Credit: snowhitetan.tumblr.com