Dance, Madonna!
Got your prayers
They're all bankrupt
Predominant powers
Of self-destruction
Are beyond your control
Nothing to lose
When you've got a steel
Close by your heart
Just do me a favour
Pray for a boy
And his look-out mother
Painting desert
As you find yourself
Under the quicksands
And as long as it's firm
And your feet feel the ground
Dance, Madonna!
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