Madonna

Madonna

Nothing runs through your veins but melodrama and I'm seconds away from turning my back on ya Donna

So many things that we could take back If we wanna

But it turns out you're somebody else's prima-donna

More love I needed more of your love

All I see is ice cold ventricles attempting to show it Pure love I needed some for sure love

I can see your shopping cart half full empty heart about to implode

You son of a bitched me like some kind of glitch

In the way in the wrong

And all I get is jipped hard overcharged

Every time I try to move on you ought to know