But then I trip over myself and I fall, I/I stand up, and then I’m OK/But then you print some shit/That makes me want to scream
Finally giving all the pretentious psycho-babble a rest, Gaga goes back to basics with an instantly addictive synth-led R&B riposte to the press before the self-proclaimed ‘sex genius’ gladly takes the title a little too literally in his favorite back of the club spot; [LISTEN].