Do What U Want

Album: ARTPOP (2013)
Charted: 9 13
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  • There it feels like a remix, yeah
    Feels like a remix, yeah
    It must be the remix, yeah ooh, ooh
    Got to feel the remix, yeah (You're so special right here)

    Photos of the boss
    She just post 'em on a blog
    Get a lotta views
    'Cause they know we'd be the top
    Jean Basquiat's
    In the middle of our hall
    She's my work of art
    So I pin her to the wall
    Oh oh, sex and the dope
    Underneath the waterfall
    Sight seeing in a space jet
    As I be paying off the stores
    Ain't me understated
    They've got a tag on you boy
    'Cause I'm the hottest cross the board
    Cruise through the ghetto
    Mulsanne made of metal
    Hanging out the window
    Bruce Willis on the pedal
    Pool on the roof
    Black bottle for a model
    Oh, I gotta keep it fly
    Mosquito doors on the auto, boss

    I, I feel good, I walk alone
    But then I trip upon myself and I fall
    I, I stand up, and then I'm okay
    But then you print some shit
    That makes me wanna scream

    So do what you want
    What you want with my body
    Do what you want
    Don't stop, let's party
    Do what you want
    What you want with my body
    Do what you want
    What you want with my body

    Write what you want
    Say what you want 'bout me
    If you're wonderin'
    Know that I'm not sorry

    Do what you want
    What you want with my body
    What you want with my body

    You can't have my heart
    And you won't use my mind but
    Do what you want with my body
    Do what you want with my body
    You can't stop my voice 'cause
    You don't own my life but
    Do what you want with my body
    Do what you want with my body

    Early morning, longer nights
    Tom Ford, private flights
    Crazy schedule, fast life
    I wouldn't trade it in
    'Cause it's our life
    (Let's slow it down)

    I could be the drink in your cup
    I could be the green in your blunt
    Your pusher man, yeah I got what you want
    You wanna escape all of the crazy shit
    You're the Marilyn, I'm the president
    And I love to hear you sing, girl

    Do what I want
    Do what I want with your body
    Do what I want
    Do what I want with your body
    Back of the club, takin' shots, gettin' naughty
    No invitations, it's a private party
    Do what I want
    Do what I want with your body
    Do what I want
    Do what I want with your body
    Yea we takin' these haters
    And we roughin' 'em up
    And we layin' the club like
    We don't give a fuck

    You can't have my heart
    And you won't use my mind but
    Do what you want with my body
    Do what you want with my body
    You can't stop my voice 'cause
    You don't own my life but
    Do what you want with my body
    Do what you want with my body

    Sometimes I'm scared I suppose
    If you ever let me go
    I would fall apart
    If you break my heart
    So just take my body
    And don't stop the party

    You can't have my heart (Help me now)
    And you won't use my mind but
    Do what you want with my body
    Do what you want with my body
    You can't stop my voice 'cause
    You don't own my life but
    Do what you want with my body
    Do what you want with my body

    Do what you want with me
    What you want with my body
    Do what you want with me
    What you want with my body (boy)
    Do what you want with me
    What you want with my body
    Do what you want with me
    What you want with my body, world

    Help me now
    (What you want with my body)
    Do what you want with my body
    Do what you want with my body (What you want my body, world) Writer/s: Martin Bresso, Paul Edward Blair, Robert S. Kelly, Stefani J. Germanotta, William Sami Etienne Grigahcine
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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