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Madonna's Lullabye

O Madonna
Sing us to sleep
You material virgin girl
Knocked up by a few too many
What mothers you've made of us, girl go
Go for the glory, the bombast, the style
Strip your tease down the trousers of our love
Lusting for security in a cold, wet
Blanket of a world
Tattoo us with your scintillating tits
And make us rise to heights
We've never had the courage to 
Look down upon.