Madonna

Song: Madonna

Artist: Snail Mail

Lyrics: Lindsey Jordan

You've got a way to you, original Madonna

Won't make the rest just go away

Spent the money, throwing ones at supermodels

Everybody wants to taste the wine

Line around the block, the judgment time

And how could you deny them that?

Body and blood, lover's curse

Divine intervention's too much work

I don't need absolution, it just hurts

We're not really talkin' now

We're not really talkin' now

I consecrate my life to kneeling at your altar

My second sin of seven being wanting more

Could that have been the smell of roses, backseat lover?

Praying you'll fill my empty cup

Cursing myself for even getting dressed up

Body and blood, lover's curse

Divine intervention was too much work

I don't need absolution, no, it just hurts

We're not really talkin' now

Body and blood, all the time

Get to it now where we can fight on the phone

I just wanna get even, I'll just get soaked

Body or divinity

Gonna wipe the dirt off me

Our love's a sickness, baby

Of holding on tight, I don't know why

I've come to hate my body

No, it's not yours, no, it's not mine

I don't know why, oh, I don't know why but

We're not really talkin' now

We're not really talkin' now

We're not really talkin' now