PAPA, PAPARAZZI
This is a song called Sidney Crosby by Alex Ovechkin. Look for it in 2010. ;)
Sing to to Paparazzi by Lady GaGa
I hear the crowd, as I skate around.
Got my gloves off, it's true.
Gotta fight with of you.
You're so so magical, it'd be so fantastical.
Leather and jeans, garage glamorous.
You're not sure what it means.
But it's my clothing line and it doesn't have a price.
Ready to get in a fight.
'Cause you know that Sidney, I
I'm am not your fan. I'll bother you until you punch me.
Sidney, Sidney Crosby.
Sidney there's no other superstar, I wish I could be,
Sidney, Sidney Crosby.
Promise to hit from behind, I won't stop until your blood is mine.
Sidney, I'll be shameless, chase you down until you fight me...
Sidney, Sidney Crosby.
I'll be your goon behind you as you score.
Top self and crossbars.
Yeah, cause you're the games star scoring in my net.
I wear eyeliner and smell like cigarettes.
My face is burnt, yellow dance in my pants.
My lashes are dry, because you make me cry.
I don't have a price, hating you until you die.
Cause you know that Sidney, I
I'm am not your fan. I'll bother you until you punch me.
Sidney, Sidney Crosby.
Sidney there's no other superstar, I wish I could be,
Sidney, Sidney Crosby.
Promise to hit from behind, I won't stop until your blood is mine.
Sidney, I'll be shameless, chase you down until you fight me.
Sidney, Sidney Crosby.
Real bad, we collide on the ice.
Snap, snap to your neck that I will break.
Won't stop until you are done.
I'm never gonna be number one.
I'm am not your fan. I'll bother you until you punch me.
Sidney, Sidney Crosby.
Sidney there's no other superstar, I wish I could be,
Sidney, Sidney Crosby.
Promise to hit from behind, I won't stop until your blood is mine.
Sidney, I'll be shameless, chase you down until you fight me...
Sidney, Sidney Crosby.