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Madonna, she's too richEverybody wants to be richEverybody wants to be a bitchAnd Marilyn? She's dead.Britney, she's too youngEverybody wants to be youngEverybody wants a refundAnd Marilyn is in my headMmm took a trip, gone on a planeAdderall, Vicodin, cocaineDown the champagne to kill the painOn satin sheets cause I'm just that vainGlamorous, just like I told yaWhite mink stole from shoulder to shoulderRocks like boulders, slick and sheerDiamond earrings like chandeliersStop, drop, roll, stareI prefer blondes with no pubic hairNo underwear, no time to spareSo you want to marry a millionaire?What's your sign, what's your size?35 - 22 - 35?Meet me outside with the pale moonlightDon't scream too loud once I'm inside (ouch)Letras de cancionesEinstein, he's too brightEverybody wants to be rightEverybody wants to have a fightAnd Marilyn is in my headElvis is a starEverybody wants to be a starEverybody wants to shoot a starAnd Marilyn? She's dead.I'm back in V-V-V.I.P.Dom Pérignon deep inside of me1953, all my friendsNo Dorothy, there's a lot to meInto sodomy but the lobotomyLifestyle not part of the economyI'm guilty, and I can't come cleanI better get my ass in a time machineI don't know, but I've been toldYou're the first Playboy centerfoldLaid out like gold, diamonds, curlsHigh school girls with their hair in curlsTaught the first stylists how to teachRed lipstick with a bottle of bleachBright white teeth like a million bucksThen raised the bar on how to fuck (what)Restricted area, V.I.P. utopiaRestricted area, V.I.P. voilà From Letras Mania