Madonna

Baby face Madonna Glory, Hosanna Queen of the garden Rose on your palm As sweet as your karma Ven pa mi cama Break like a comma Plucked from the harvest Start up a fire Eyes of a fighter Fear in your iris Storm to the gaze of the ones who despise ya' I know you're tired Tired of the same old, same old Wishing you could stay home, lay low Tired of the same old, same old Baby face Madonna Glory, Hosanna Grace like your momma Strength like your momma Both hate your father Step to the thunder Clear up the sky It reminds you of summer Reminds of you of times way before you went under I know you're trying I know you're tired Tired of the same old, same old Wishing you could stay home, lay low Tired of the same old, same old Hand me a Bible Search for your likeness I couldn't find it Must be in hiding God bless your kindness Baby face Madonna Born from the fire Thought I was strong But you made me a liar We rest in the quiet I can sense that you like it I know you're tired Tired of the same old, same old Wishing you could stay home, lay low Tired of the same old, same old No room to breathe We wait in the water Papa told me you're his favorite daughter So you'll go to sleep and wake up tomorrow With a head full of bees and mouth full of sorrow No room to breathe We wait in the water Papa told me you're his favorite daughter So you'll go to sleep and wake up tomorrow With a head full of bees and mouth full of sorrow You went back and bent backwards just To make sense of it all, sense of it all You went back and bent backwards just To make sense of it all, sense of it all You went back and bent backwards just To make sense of it all, sense of it all You went back and bent backwards just To make sense of it all, sense of it all