Madonna Whore

(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's a whore, that's right