Madonna Whore

What are you thinking when you’re looking at me?
What can you tell me of reality?
I’m only woman, not just a fantasy
And the flesh and blood is warmer than some color transparency
Every woman’s a Madonna; every woman’s a whore
You can try to reduce me but I’m so much more
I don’t want to be your mother; won’t be shoved in a drawer
'cause every woman’s a Madonna, every woman’s a whore, that’s right
What are you thinking when you push me away?
Was it some promise in your youth you made?
Holding out for something or hoping to be saved
Does it make you feel power or are you just afraid of me?
Every woman’s a Madonna; every woman’s a whore
You can try to reduce me but I’m so much more
I don’t want to be your mother; won’t be shoved in a drawer
'cause every woman’s a Madonna, every woman’s a whore, that’s right
I don’t know
If you say so
Got so many do’s and don’ts my head is spinning
Hey Romeo, j-j-j-just let get go
Maybe everything could use a little sinning
Every woman’s a Madonna; every woman’s a whore
You can try and reduce me but I’m so much more
I don’t want to be your mother; won’t be shoved in a drawer
'cause every woman’s a Madonna, every woman’s a whore
Every woman’s a Madonna; every woman’s a whore
You can try and reduce me but I’m so much more
I don’t want to be your mother; won’t be shoved in a drawer
'cause every woman’s a Madonna, every woman’s a whore, that’s right
You can try to reduce me but I’m so much more
I don’t want to be your mother; won’t be shoved in a drawer
'cause every woman’s a Madonna, every woman’s a whore, that’s right