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They were sitting like a string of pearls |
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Decorating an illegal world |
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But the one that took the poor man's plight |
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Was a tuby in the night |
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Mental anguish was her speciality |
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She's a sadist of society |
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And she'll tell you that tomorrow is gone |
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Now the race has just begun |
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One look in Madonna's eyes |
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She can read your thoughts and can see through your mind |
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One look in Madonna's eyes, she can't fill the rooms |
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But empty lives |
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Now the thinking what a waste of sin |
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She's a live one better jump on in |
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Twisted stories bodies clinging tight |
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She's a tick-tock of the night |
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When the fog has finally settled in |
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She will baptise all the waiting men |
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And it seems the competition is on |
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Now the race has just begun |
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One look in Madonna's eyes |
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She can read your thoughts and can see through your mind |
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One look in Madonna's eyes, she can't fill the rooms |
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But empty lives |
