To Everyone Who Says This

A Year From Now, I Could Go Away, And People Might Say, 'gosh, What Ever Happened To That Girl Who Never Wore Pants?' But How Wonderfully Memorable 30 Years From Now, When They Say, 'do You Remember Gaga And Her Bubbles?' Because, For A Minute, Everybody In That Room Will Forget Every Sad, Painful Thing In Their Lives, And They'll Just Live In My Bubble World.

I Don't Like Los Angeles. The People Are Awful And Terribly Shallow, And Everybody Wants To Be Famous But Nobody Wants To Play The Game. I'm From New York. I Will Kill To Get What I Need.

In The Deepest Hour Of The Night I Confess To Myself Three Things; I Would Die If I Was Forbidden To Write, Forbidden To Love, Or Forbidden To Fashion....love Each Other, And Celebrate The Art And Lifestyle Of Music.

I Never Care Personally What People Say About Me. The Music, And The Message - This Will Always Be More Important To Me Than People Thinking I'm The Best.

I Believe In A Glamorous Life, And I Live A Glamorous Life.