She pretends she's a virgin
Though I'm not sure
How anybody thinks
She can be so pure
She plays her part
Immaculately
But something about it
Looks phony to me
She says there's nothing wrong
With her sexy routine
She's the perfect role model
For a budding teen
She claims it's all an act
She's just a fantasy
But every girl I see
Is a Madonnawannabe
She bleaches her hair
To be a star of the past
But unlike a star
Her color faded fast
She struts across the stage
Wearing nothing but lace
And several tons of makeup
Plastered on her face
She says there's nothing wrong
With her sexy routine
She's the perfect role model
For a budding teen
She claims it's all an act
She's just a fantasy
But every girl I see
Is a Madonnawannabe
She's always in shape
She always looks sweet
To make it to the top
I wonder what she had to eat
She dangles a crucifix
Over her breast
Maybe she's religious
But I'm not impressed
Who cares if she's clever
As long as she's cute
And dances up a storm
In her birthday suit
She says there's nothing wrong
With her sexy routine
She's the perfect role model
For a budding teen
She claims it's all an act
She's just a fantasy
But every girl I see
Is a Madonnawannabe
It could have been her soul
That she chose to bare
Instead she prances 'round
In her underwear
I wonder if she really is a fantasy
I wonder would Madonna wanna be with me? (Nope)
Jay Ducharme - Madonnawannabe (With the Dots) Lyrics
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She pretends she's a virgin
Though I'm not sure
How anybody thinks
She can be so pure
She plays her part
Immaculately
But something about it
Looks phony to me
She says there's nothing wrong
With her sexy routine
She's the perfect role model
For a budding teen
She claims it's all an act
She's just a fantasy
But every girl I see
Is a Madonnawannabe
She bleaches her hair
To be a star of the past
But unlike a star
Her color faded fast
She struts across the stage
Wearing nothing but lace
And several tons of makeup
Plastered on her face
She says there's nothing wrong
With her sexy routine
She's the perfect role model
For a budding teen
She claims it's all an act
She's just a fantasy
But every girl I see
Is a Madonnawannabe
She's always in shape
She always looks sweet
To make it to the top
I wonder what she had to eat
She dangles a crucifix
Over her breast
Maybe she's religious
But I'm not impressed
Who cares if she's clever
As long as she's cute
And dances up a storm
In her birthday suit
She says there's nothing wrong
With her sexy routine
She's the perfect role model
For a budding teen
She claims it's all an act
She's just a fantasy
But every girl I see
Is a Madonnawannabe
It could have been her soul
That she chose to bare
Instead she prances 'round
In her underwear
I wonder if she really is a fantasy
I wonder would Madonna wanna be with me? (Nope)
Though I'm not sure
How anybody thinks
She can be so pure
She plays her part
Immaculately
But something about it
Looks phony to me
She says there's nothing wrong
With her sexy routine
She's the perfect role model
For a budding teen
She claims it's all an act
She's just a fantasy
But every girl I see
Is a Madonnawannabe
She bleaches her hair
To be a star of the past
But unlike a star
Her color faded fast
She struts across the stage
Wearing nothing but lace
And several tons of makeup
Plastered on her face
She says there's nothing wrong
With her sexy routine
She's the perfect role model
For a budding teen
She claims it's all an act
She's just a fantasy
But every girl I see
Is a Madonnawannabe
She's always in shape
She always looks sweet
To make it to the top
I wonder what she had to eat
She dangles a crucifix
Over her breast
Maybe she's religious
But I'm not impressed
Who cares if she's clever
As long as she's cute
And dances up a storm
In her birthday suit
She says there's nothing wrong
With her sexy routine
She's the perfect role model
For a budding teen
She claims it's all an act
She's just a fantasy
But every girl I see
Is a Madonnawannabe
It could have been her soul
That she chose to bare
Instead she prances 'round
In her underwear
I wonder if she really is a fantasy
I wonder would Madonna wanna be with me? (Nope)
Writer: Jay Ducharme
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