الأغاني:
Madonna Dress You Up

't help to stare it down You'se a starter cuz I chose ya first Baby, you'se a starter, where you throw that skirt Lady, you'se a starter, where ya hold

your lover the very best Real eiderdown and silence. (musical interlude) You're a tramp, you're a treat You will shine to the death, you are shoddy But you're flesh, you are meat You

in too late with the movie stars. Every good social light will wind up there, Every billionare boyfriend with the platinum hair, We'll hide out in the dressing

prob'ly had a nice persona Never had a plan, just a livin' for the minute But now she's up there plantin' frenchie-kisses on Madonna. 3. Yeah way

's nothing to queeze* Like a sneeze I'm blessed So you can excuse me, I'm too busy watching hoes poppin' they coochie Oh yeah I can see why you call me

up the stage Make drama like a Shakespeare play Name a holiday after me: the G-O-D-des You'll never catch me in a dress The only dress you'll ever find

mind to relate Gotta know this is the end and ain't no time to waist Time to face your fate And I pray you don't end up in the lake Do whatever it takes

they find you they sending you to immortal ground And ain't no coming back from that shit you going down Now you history with the quickness cause you was Fuckin' up

me like a stepson You hung around for fun but yo, I wasn't gettin wet none Treated you like you was a star big as Madonna I took you out on dates to