( Ooh…Magazine… Ooh..Magazine Madonna ) . There is a girl, She a model in a magazine Anywhere in the world She’s a natural born cover queen Eyes stare into space with every feature It’s perfect place I can’t understand, this crazy schoolboy affairs This adolescent fantasy For a photoplay face That everyone wishes they could be, A supernatural smile A covergirl with a magic stile, haha Fashion and graces, glossy pages, They all surround you But on the inside, I see the cages, I’m looking through you Oh…Magazine Madonna, Oh…Magazine Madonna Can anybody reach you, Mag…gazine Madonna What is it that make you what you are…
Solo 16 Bars…15… 16…How does it feel, knowing soon there will come a day When you will become, the cover girl of yesterday There’ll always be another to fill the space On the latest cover Ah ah…. Oh…Magazine Madonna, Oh…Magazine Madonna Can anybody reach you, Mag…gazine Madonna Tell me What is it that make you what you are… Oh…Magazine Madonna, I’m looking through you, Oh…Magazine Madonna, Tell me Mag…gazine Madonna….
