There it feels like a remix, yeah
Feel like a remix, yeah
It must be the remix, yeah
(Lady Gaga, Rick Ross)
Oooh, oooh
(It's special right here)
Got to feel the remix, yeah
(You're so special right here)
Oooooooooooooh
Photos of the boss
He just post 'em on a blog
Get a lotta views
Cause they know we be the top
Jean Basquiat's
In the middle of our hall
Ooh, 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
I've got to tag it on your wall
Cause under art has crossed the border
Cause got together
Mouthing in the middle
Hanging out the moon
Bruce Willis on the pillow
Hot, pull on a glove
Black bottle for a model
Oh, I gotta keep a follow
Crazy girls on the model
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 u want
What u want with my body
Do what u want
Don't stop, let's party
Do what u want
What u want with my body
Do what u want
What you want with my body
Write what u want
Say what u want 'bout me
If you're wonderin'
Know that I'm not sorry
Do what u want
What u want with my body
What u want with my body
You can't have my heart
And you won't use my mind but
Do what u want (with my body)
Do what u want with my body
You can't stop my voice cause
You don't own my life but
Do what u want (with my body)
Do what u 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, yea 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 u want (with my body)
Do what u want with my body
You can't stop my voice cause
You don't own my life but
Do what u want (with my body)
Do what u 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 u want (with my body)
Do what u want with my body
You can't stop my voice cause
You don't own my life but
Do what u want (with my body)
Do what u 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)
(What you want with my body)
About This Song
"Do What U Want (Remix)" is a defiant anthem of reclamation that explores Lady Gaga's complex relationship with fame, media scrutiny, and bodily autonomy in the digital age. The song emerges from a place of exhaustion with tabloid culture and paparazzi intrusion, where Gaga surrenders her physical form to public consumption while fiercely protecting her inner self and creative spirit. The lyrics reveal a strategic psychological defense mechanism-offering her body as a distraction while keeping her mind, heart, and artistic essence untouchable by critics and media vultures. Musically, the track blends electronic pop with R&B influences, featuring a pulsating beat that mirrors both club euphoria and underlying tension. Christina Aguilera's addition to the remix creates a powerful dialogue between two pop icons who have both navigated intense public scrutiny, adding layers of vocal prowess and shared experience. The song's genius lies in its subversion of apparent submission-what sounds like surrender is actually a declaration of boundaries and self-preservation. It resonated with listeners because it articulated the modern struggle of maintaining personal identity while living under constant public observation, particularly relevant in an era of social media oversharing and celebrity culture. The track ultimately becomes an empowerment anthem disguised as vulnerability, showing how artists can reclaim agency even when feeling stripped of privacy and dignity.
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