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What are you thinking when you re looking at me
What can you tell me of reality?
I m only woman... not just a Fantasy
and the flesh and blood is warmer than some color transparency

Every woman s a Madonna; every woman s a whore
You can try to reduce me but I m so much more
I don t want to be your mother; won t be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman s a Madonna, every woman s a whore, that s 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 woman s a Madonna; every woman s a whore
You can try to reduce me but I m so much more
I don t want to be your mother; won t be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman s a Madonna, every woman s a whore, that s right

I don t know
if you say so
got so many do s and don ts my head is spinning
Hey Romeo, j-j-j-just let get go
maybe everything could use a little sinning

Every woman s a Madonna; every woman s a whore
You can try and reduce me but I m so much more
I don t want to be your mother; won t be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman s a Madonna, every woman s a whore

Every woman s a Madonna; every woman s a whore
You can try and reduce me but I m so much more
I don t want to be your mother; won t be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman s a Madonna, every woman s a whore, that s right

You can try to reduce me but I m so much more
I don t want to be your mother; won t be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman s a Madonna, every woman s a whore, that s right

Well, I tried to make it someday,
But I got so demdepressed,
That I set my side on Monday,
And I got myself embrassed.
I am waiting for the author,
But I do agree those times.
When a woman, sure, can be your feminin....

Como recuerdo los chicos, la calle,
Los golpes en las rodillas,
Las porterías de bolsas
Y algún que otro gol
Vuelven a mí las primeras mentiras,
Tras los amigos más grandes,
Y en la escalera mi madre angustiada por mí,
Y mi padre ante mí, lejano,
Sólo silencio y cena...

Your words how they cut so deep
I can hear you in my sleep
Lying here, wishing here
Wishing here, waiting

You forget I know your tender spots
But I ll be careful with your heart
But I m the one loving you...

See the division of pathes
wich decides about your divine ordinance
feeling a certain coldness
of a secret power that entangles the spirit
in memory of people
who would not exist without you

What would you give to live your life again?
What would you change with a second chance?
And could you learn from the mistakes?...

Im not concern when people
who pray on the wealth of their fellow freind. (oh yes)
cause they only wanna know you and only you
only for the things you have
I just think it s so sad

Chours:

Get dem haters out cho circle
smile...