GrooveLily

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, can you relax?