Everyone thinks I'm Madonna It's getting kind of strange Every time I get my hair bleached They keep calling out my name In London and Manhattan I can only stay indoors My homes have become stops on the celebrity bus tours
Everyone thinks I'm Madonna And I'm getting kind of tired My assistants leak my whereabouts And end up getting fired I can't keep a single nanny for my daughters and my sons They steal and sell my underwear and none of this is fun, I tell you
Everyone thinks I'm Madonna, It's getting kind of crass People stop and stare when I'm in Pilates class And what really burns me up, and I hate to be a venter The autograph requests at the Kabbalah centre
Everyone thinks I'm Madonna, It's starting to be a scene, The paparazzi shoot me when I'm in my limousine And if I get another call from a French school in the city About the classes Lourdes missed, I'm gonna throw a hissy fitty Because
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna
Everyone thinks I'm Madonna It's becoming quite a bore Jelly Bean keeps calling me from 1984 And when I tell him it's not me and that he's the one who's wrong He shows up at my doorstep with some pile of crap he calls a song
Everyone thinks I'm Madonna It's becoming quite a strain Dolce and Gabbana keep on calling me for every new campaign And when I tell them they're mistaken and I simply cannot do it They shoot a girl who's 24 and attach my face to it, but I tell you
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm another girl in a material world I'm another girl in a material world
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm another girl in a material world I'm another girl in a material world
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm another girl in a material world I'm another girl in a material world
I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm not Madonna I'm another girl in a material world I'm another girl in a material world