(Cyndi Lauper, William Wittman)

What are you thinking when you're looking at me

What can you tell me of reality?

I'm only woman... not just a Fantasy

and the flesh and blood is warmer than some color transparency



Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore

You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more

I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer

cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right



What are you thinking when you push me away

Was it some promise in your youth you made?

Holding out for something or hoping to be saved

Does it make you feel power or are you just afraid of me?



Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore

You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more

I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer

cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right



I don't know

if you say so

got so many do's and don'ts my head is spinning

Hey Romeo, j-j-j-just let get go

maybe everything could use a little sinning



Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore

You can try and reduce me but I'm so much more

I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer

cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore



Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore

You can try and reduce me but I'm so much more

I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer

cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right



You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more

I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer

cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman'