Hear more musicRecorded on 02/01/01
Recorded by: GrooveLily
Written by: Brendan Milburn
Valerie Vigoda: lead vocal & electric violin
Brendan Milburn: upright acoustic piano & backing vocal
Gene Lewin: djembe drum kit & backing vocal
Recorded and mixed at Monster Island by Mike Caffrey
Brendan Milburn: upright acoustic piano & backing vocal
Gene Lewin: djembe drum kit & backing vocal
Recorded and mixed at Monster Island by Mike Caffrey
Lyrics
Dear Madonna,
You were everything that a girl would want to be
All the junior high boys worshipped you and wouldn't notice me
You told Dick Clark you'd rule the world
Reigning queen, material girl
Seeking Susan desperately
CHORUS:
Do you breathe easy?
Do you feel like the monkey's off your back?
Do you dream that your life is just a movie?
And now that you're big, can you relax?
Dear Madonna,
You express yourself in the top ten every time
I hope you live to sell your secrets - I wanna be the first in line
Blonde ambition's all you need
Dirty books for us to read
Whatever keeps you on our minds
CHORUS
Me and my band, we want to know
How is the view up there at the top?
I understand that once you begin
To reinvent yourself, you don't stop
Holding on tight to the brass ring
Are you afraid that you might drop?
And is it worth the sacrifices you have made?
Dear Madonna,
I read somewhere that you're tired of your fame
You wish all your fans would back away from the car and clear the lane
You are bored with interviews
You are sick of making news
But you've got no one else to blame
If you don't breathe easy
If you don't feel like the monkey's off your back
Do you dream that your life's a scary movie?
And now that you're big
Now that you're big
Now that you're big, can you relax?
You were everything that a girl would want to be
All the junior high boys worshipped you and wouldn't notice me
You told Dick Clark you'd rule the world
Reigning queen, material girl
Seeking Susan desperately
CHORUS:
Do you breathe easy?
Do you feel like the monkey's off your back?
Do you dream that your life is just a movie?
And now that you're big, can you relax?
Dear Madonna,
You express yourself in the top ten every time
I hope you live to sell your secrets - I wanna be the first in line
Blonde ambition's all you need
Dirty books for us to read
Whatever keeps you on our minds
CHORUS
Me and my band, we want to know
How is the view up there at the top?
I understand that once you begin
To reinvent yourself, you don't stop
Holding on tight to the brass ring
Are you afraid that you might drop?
And is it worth the sacrifices you have made?
Dear Madonna,
I read somewhere that you're tired of your fame
You wish all your fans would back away from the car and clear the lane
You are bored with interviews
You are sick of making news
But you've got no one else to blame
If you don't breathe easy
If you don't feel like the monkey's off your back
Do you dream that your life's a scary movie?
And now that you're big
Now that you're big
Now that you're big, can you relax?