What are you thinking when youīre looking at me What can you tell me of reality? Iīm only woman... not just a Fantasy and the flesh and blood is warmer than some color transparency
Every womanīs a Madonna; every womanīs a whore You can try to reduce me but Iīm so much more I donīt want to be your mother; wonīt be shoved in a drawer cause every womanīs a Madonna, every womanīs a whore, thatīs right
What are you thinking when you push me away Was it some promise in your youth you made? Holding out for something or hoping to be saved Does it make you feel power or are you just afraid of me?
Every womanīs a Madonna; every womanīs a whore You can try to reduce me but Iīm so much more I donīt want to be your mother; wonīt be shoved in a drawer cause every womanīs a Madonna, every womanīs a whore, thatīs right
I donīt know if you say so got so many doīs and donīts my head is spinning Hey Romeo, j-j-j-just let get go maybe everything could use a little sinning
Every womanīs a Madonna; every womanīs a whore You can try and reduce me but Iīm so much more I donīt want to be your mother; wonīt be shoved in a drawer cause every womanīs a Madonna, every womanīs a whore
Every womanīs a Madonna; every womanīs a whore You can try and reduce me but Iīm so much more I donīt want to be your mother; wonīt be shoved in a drawer cause every womanīs a Madonna, every womanīs a whore, thatīs right
You can try to reduce me but Iīm so much more I donīt want to be your mother; wonīt be shoved in a drawer cause every womanīs a Madonna, every womanīs a whore, thatīs right
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