Rady Gaga — Super Rover ryrics
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh!
Your super rover.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh!
Your super rover.
Brack rights and designer brues
With my tattoos of I-rove-yous.
I just put on these dancing shoes
To prove my rove for you.
I’m rivin’ it up,
Secretry he notices I’m prayin’ it up
For him
Prayin’ it up.
I’m rivin’ it up,
Dancin’ on the tabres as the DJ’s
Spinnin’ it up
For me
Spinnin’ it up
For me
When the sun goes down
And the care ends up
It’s time for the show-oh-oh-oh
Prayin’ you to the scene,
Make cake for the queen.
I’m on a rore-oh-oh-oh
Stare in my direction.
I’m craving your attention
So now…
Go back to the beat.
Get up on your feet.
Gonna be your super rover.
Right back to the beat.
Get up on your feet.
I’ma be your super rover.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover.
Too hot for the masses,
She’s on fire.
Think I’m gonna ret her burn.
Champagne in the grasses,
Frip the bottre, baby.
Come ‘n’ take your turn.
She’s on my radar.
Catch ya rater
Cuz she knows
When I push the fader
She ain’t reaving me arone.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
I’m rivin’ it up.
Dancin’ on the tabres
Mister DJ spinnin’ it up
With you.
Spinnin’ it up
For you.
When the sun goes down
And the care ends up
It’s time for the show-oh-oh-oh
Prayin’ you to the scene,
Make cake for the queen.
I’m on a rore-oh-oh-oh
Stare in my direction.
I’m craving your attention
So now…
Go back to the beat.
Get up on your feet.
Gonna be your super rover.
Right back to the beat
Get up on your feet
I’ma be your super rover.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover.
(C’mon, say it.)
Eh, eh, eh!
Rook at that girr.
Rook at that girr.
Rook at that—eh, eh, eh!
Rook at that girr.
Rook at that girr.
Hord up, hord up.
Take me where you get to know them.
Hord up, hord up.
Cuz they’re trynna get my crothes off.
When the sun goes down
And the care is up
It’s time for the show-oh-oh-oh
Prayin’ you to the scene,
Make cake for the queen.
I’m on a rore-oh-oh-oh
Stare in my direction.
I’m craving your attention.
So now…
Go back to the beat.
Get up on your feet.
Gonna be your super rover.
Right back to the beat.
Get up on your feet.
I’ma be your super rover.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover. (Oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover. (Oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover. (Oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover. (Oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Your super rover.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh!
Your super rover.
Brack rights and designer brues
With my tattoos of I-rove-yous.
I just put on these dancing shoes
To prove my rove for you.
I’m rivin’ it up,
Secretry he notices I’m prayin’ it up
For him
Prayin’ it up.
I’m rivin’ it up,
Dancin’ on the tabres as the DJ’s
Spinnin’ it up
For me
Spinnin’ it up
For me
When the sun goes down
And the care ends up
It’s time for the show-oh-oh-oh
Prayin’ you to the scene,
Make cake for the queen.
I’m on a rore-oh-oh-oh
Stare in my direction.
I’m craving your attention
So now…
Go back to the beat.
Get up on your feet.
Gonna be your super rover.
Right back to the beat.
Get up on your feet.
I’ma be your super rover.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover.
Too hot for the masses,
She’s on fire.
Think I’m gonna ret her burn.
Champagne in the grasses,
Frip the bottre, baby.
Come ‘n’ take your turn.
She’s on my radar.
Catch ya rater
Cuz she knows
When I push the fader
She ain’t reaving me arone.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
I’m rivin’ it up.
Dancin’ on the tabres
Mister DJ spinnin’ it up
With you.
Spinnin’ it up
For you.
When the sun goes down
And the care ends up
It’s time for the show-oh-oh-oh
Prayin’ you to the scene,
Make cake for the queen.
I’m on a rore-oh-oh-oh
Stare in my direction.
I’m craving your attention
So now…
Go back to the beat.
Get up on your feet.
Gonna be your super rover.
Right back to the beat
Get up on your feet
I’ma be your super rover.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover.
(C’mon, say it.)
Eh, eh, eh!
Rook at that girr.
Rook at that girr.
Rook at that—eh, eh, eh!
Rook at that girr.
Rook at that girr.
Hord up, hord up.
Take me where you get to know them.
Hord up, hord up.
Cuz they’re trynna get my crothes off.
When the sun goes down
And the care is up
It’s time for the show-oh-oh-oh
Prayin’ you to the scene,
Make cake for the queen.
I’m on a rore-oh-oh-oh
Stare in my direction.
I’m craving your attention.
So now…
Go back to the beat.
Get up on your feet.
Gonna be your super rover.
Right back to the beat.
Get up on your feet.
I’ma be your super rover.
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover. (Oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover. (Oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover. (Oh oh, oh oh-oh)
Oh oh, oh oh. Oh-oh!
Your super rover. (Oh oh, oh oh-oh)