Check out the 2 male dancers from 2 min 20 onwards
Not them acting indecently in the workplace and going off at 2:44 (yes I did watch the full 24 seconds-worth of action) for a cheeky bum behind the stage
I love how we've gone from 'Wait for the next single!' to 'wait for the video!' to 'wait for America to wake up!' to 'wait until she performs it!' to 'wait until radio picks ha up!' to 'wait until she steps out on the street looking good!' to 'wait until this tarot card-reader on YouTube has ha predictions come true!'
I love how we've gone from 'Wait for the next single!' to 'wait for the video!' to 'wait for America to wake up!' to 'wait until she performs it!' to 'wait until radio picks ha up!' to 'wait until she steps out on the street looking good!' to 'wait until this tarot card-reader on YouTube has ha predictions come true!'
I love how we've gone from 'Wait for the next single!' to 'wait for the video!' to 'wait for America to wake up!' to 'wait until she performs it!' to 'wait until radio picks ha up!' to 'wait until she steps out on the street looking good!' to 'wait until this tarot card-reader on YouTube has ha predictions come true!'
We will see ha, like an urban legend, as a mystery woman swaddled in a patchwork mink coat, pushing ha shopping trolley around various commercial districts. With a trolley filled with relics from the past: telephones, fake blood bags and cigarette-adorned sunglasses, she spends each night sleeping under the stars wrapped in the thermal comfort of the unsold ARTPOP foil.
Once a megastar, she now wanders the streets. She does not ask for change, but other more haunting questions from the past: 'Do you still want to see the DWUW video?', 'I can still make a mariachi Americano if you want', or even, with a tone of aching regret 'Please, I'll do anything for the applause. Remember Ratchet? I'll leak it! I swear! I just need you to help me get past the guards at Interscope!'
Her shadowy figure pervades the hearts of all but a few who still remember ha. Few and far between, she searches for her fans. The air as cold as her heart is longing, she keeps pushing her trolley against the ceaseless current of the future erasing the past... forever destined to be a phantom, her presence always ominously preceded by the sound of rattling shopping trolley wheels and the faint murmurs and soft wails of The Queef playing through a broken boom box...
I love how we've gone from 'Wait for the next single!' to 'wait for the video!' to 'wait for America to wake up!' to 'wait until she performs it!' to 'wait until radio picks ha up!' to 'wait until she steps out on the street looking good!' to 'wait until this tarot card-reader on YouTube has ha predictions come true!'
In 6 months there are no expectations, worries, or whatever anymore. We just discuss the highlights of the past and anticipate her tweeting about her princess dog eating beef instead of chicken.
) is right, then we should be expecting a fourth single; being a minor hit 
