Everyone thinks I'm Madonna
It's getting kind of strange
Every time I get my hair bleached
They keep calling out my name
In London and Manhattan I can only stay indoors
My homes have become stops on the celebrity bus tours
Everyone thinks I'm Madonna
And I'm getting kind of tired
My assistants leak my whereabouts
And end up getting fired
I can't keep a single nanny for my daughters and my sons
They steal and sell my underwear and none of this is fun, I tell you
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Everyone thinks I'm Madonna,
It's getting kind of crass
People stop and stare when I'm in Pilates class
And what really burns me up, and I hate to be a venter
The autograph requests at the Kabbalah centre
Everyone thinks I'm Madonna,
It's starting to be a scene,
The paparazzi shoot me when I'm in my limousine
And if I get another call from a French school in the city
About the classes Lourdes missed, I'm gonna throw a hissy fitty
Because
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna
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Everyone thinks I'm Madonna
It's becoming quite a bore
Jelly Bean keeps calling me from 1984
And when I tell him it's not me and that he's the one who's wrong
He shows up at my doorstep with some pile of crap he calls a song
Everyone thinks I'm Madonna
It's becoming quite a strain
Dolce and Gabbana keep on calling me for every new campaign
And when I tell them they're mistaken and I simply cannot do it
They shoot a girl who's 24 and attach my face to it, but I tell you
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna
I'm another girl in a material world
I'm another girl in a material world
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna
I'm another girl in a material world
I'm another girl in a material world
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I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna
I'm another girl in a material world
I'm another girl in a material world
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna
I'm another girl in a material world
I'm another girl in a material world