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¿Corazón roto? «Good Luck, Babe!» — Chappell Roan te entiende mejor que nadie. Saca ese dolor con el verso exacto →
Chappell Roan
It's fine, it's cool
You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth
And guess I'm the fool
With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof
I don't wanna call it off
But you don't wanna call it love
You only wanna be the one that I call "Baby"
You can kiss a hundred boys in bars
Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling
You can say it's just the way you are
Make a new excuse, another stupid reason
Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)
Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)
You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)
Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)
You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
I'm cliché, who cares
It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair
And I cry, it's not fair
I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air
Think I'm gonna call it off
Even if you call it love
I just wanna love someone who calls me "Baby"
You can kiss a hundred boys in bars
Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling
You can say it's just the way you are
Make a new excuse, another stupid reason
Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)
Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)
You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)
Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)
You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
♪
Ooh, and when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night
With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife
And when you think about me all of those years ago
You're standing face to face with "I told you so"
You know I hate to say it, "I told you so"
You know I hate to say it, but, "I told you so"
You can kiss a hundred boys in bars
Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling (well, I told you so)
You can say it's just the way you are
Make a new excuse, another stupid reason
Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)
Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)
You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)
Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!)
You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
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"Good Luck, Babe!" de Chappell Roan es una canción pop que captura la angustia y la resignación de una relación fallida. La letra describe una dinámica de poder desigual, donde la cantante se siente menospreciada por su pareja, quien prioriza la superficialidad y las conexiones fugaces ("You can kiss a hundred boys in bars"). La repetición insistente de "Good luck, babe!" es sarcástica y llena de un amargo triunfo, sugiriendo que la cantante preve la eventual infelicidad de su pareja con sus elecciones. El contexto cultural se centra en la exploración de las complejidades de las relaciones modernas, donde la inmediatez y la falta de compromiso son temas recurrentes. La canción refleja un alejamiento de los ideales románticos tradicionales, mostrándolos como ingenuos e incluso ridículos ("I'm cliché, who cares"). El estilo de Chappell Roan se caracteriza por una honestidad brutal y una autoconciencia irónica, utilizando elementos del pop para expresar temas emocionalmente crudos y complejos. La canción también toca el tema de la auto-afirmación, pues la cantante, a pesar del dolor, se mantiene firme en su decisión de alejarse de una relación tóxica.
It's fine, it's cool You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth And guess I'm the fool With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof I don't wanna call it off But you don't wanna call it love You only wanna be the one that I call "Baby" You can kiss a hundred boys in bars Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling You can say it's just the way you are Make a new excuse, another stupid reason Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!) Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!) You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!) Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!) You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling I'm cliché, who cares It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair And I cry, it's not fair I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air Think I'm gonna call it off Even if you call it love I just wanna love someone who calls me "Baby" You can kiss a hundred boys in bars Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling You can say it's just the way you are Make a new excuse, another stupid reason Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!) Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!) You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!) Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!) You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling ♪ Ooh, and when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife And when you think about me all of those years ago You're standing face to face with "I told you so" You know I hate to say it, "I told you so" You know I hate to say it, but, "I told you so" You can kiss a hundred boys in bars Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling (well, I told you so) You can say it's just the way you are Make a new excuse, another stupid reason Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!) Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!) You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling Good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!) Well, good luck, babe! (Well, good luck!) You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling
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