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Alejandro

I know that we are young
And I know that you may love me
But I just can't be with you like this anymore
Alejandro

Ohh..

She's got both hands
In her pocket
And she won't look at you
Won't look you at
She hides through love
en su bolsillo
She got a halo around her finger
Around you

You know that I love you boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing to loose

Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Alejandro
I'm not your babe
I'm not your babe, Fernando

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch
Just smoke my cigarette and hush
Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Roberto

Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro (2)

Just stop
Please, Just let me go
Alejandro, Just let me go

She's not broken
She's just a baby
But her boyfriend's like a dad, just like a dad
Draw those flames that burn before him
Now he's gonna find a fight, gonna fool the bad

You know that I love you boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing to loose

Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Alejandro
I'm not your babe
I'm not your babe, Fernando

Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch
Just smoke my cigarette and hush
Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Roberto

Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro (2)

Don't bother me
Don't bother me, Alejandro
Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Bye Fernando
I'm not you're babe
I'm not you're babe, Alejandro
Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch,
Fernando

Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Alejandro
I'm not you're babe
I'm not you're babe, Fernando

Don't wanna kiss don't wanna touch.
Just smoke my cigarette and hush
Don't call my name
Don't call my name
Roberto.

Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro (2)

Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not you're babe
I'm not you're babe, Fernando
Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch
Just Smoke one Cigarette and run.
Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Roberto.

Alejandro
Alejandro
Ale-ale-jandro
Ale-ale-jandro (2)

We are the crowd
We're c-coming out
Got my flash on it's true
Need that picture of you 
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastical

Leather and jeans 
Your watch glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us 
It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that baby I

I'm your biggest fan 
I'll follow you until you love me 
Papa-paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar 
You know that I'll be your
Papa-paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous 
Chase you down until you love me 
Papa-paparazzi

I'll be your girl 
Backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah cause you'll know 
I'm staring between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes

Shadow is burnt
Yellow dance and return
My lashes are dry
But with teardrops I cry 
It don't have a price
Loving you is cherry pie
'Cause you know that baby I

I'm your biggest fan 
I'll follow you until you love me 
Papa-paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar 
You know that I'll be your
Papa-paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous 
Chase you down until you love me 
Papa-paparazzi

Real good
(We dance in the studio)
Snap, snapped
(That shit on the radio)

Don't stop boy, rewind
We'll blast it but we'll still have fun!

I'm your biggest fan 
I'll follow you until you love me 
Papa-paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar 
You know that I'll be your
Papa-paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous 
Chase you down until you love me 
Papa-paparazzi

Hello, hello, baby;
You called, I can’t hear a thing.
I have got no service
in the club, you see, see
Wha-Wha-What did you say?
Oh, you’re breaking up on me
Sorry, I cannot hear you,
I’m kinda busy.

K-kinda busy
K-kinda busy
Sorry, I cannot hear you, I’m kinda busy.

Just a second,
it’s my favorite song they’re gonna play
And I cannot text you with
a drink in my hand, eh
You shoulda made some plans with me,
you knew that I was free.
And now you won’t stop calling me;
I’m kinda busy.

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I’m busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Can call all you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
Out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

Beyonce:

Boy, the way you blowin’ up my phone
won’t make me leave no faster.
Put my coat on faster,
leave my girls no faster.
I shoulda left my phone at home,
’cause this is a disaster!
Callin’ like a collector -
sorry, I cannot answer!

Not that I don’t like you,
I’m just at a party.
And I am sick and tired
of my phone r-ringing.
Sometimes I feel like
I live in Grand Central Station.
Tonight I’m not takin’ no calls,
’cause I’ll be dancin’.

‘Cause I’ll be dancin’
‘Cause I’ll be dancin’
Tonight I’m not takin’ no calls, ’cause I’ll be dancin’!

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna think anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.
Stop callin’, stop callin’,
I don’t wanna talk anymore!
I left my hand and my heart on the dance floor.

Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I’m busy!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
Stop telephonin’ me!
Eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh

Can call all you want,
but there’s no one home,
you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
‘Cause I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

Call when you want,
but there’s no one home,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!
‘Cause I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
‘Cause I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!

My telephone!
M-m-my telephone!
‘Cause I’m out in the club,
and I’m sippin’ that bub,
and you’re not gonna reach my telephone!