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Metaldonna Medley

from .​.​. and stuff by Psychostick

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This is our attempt to get Madonna to eviscerate us from the planet.

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I made it through the wilderness
Somehow I made it through
Didn't know how lost I was until I found you
I was beat, incomplete, I'd been had
I was sad and blue, but you made me feel
Yeah, you made me feel shiny and new
Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your heart beats next to mine

And I feel like I just got home
And I feel
And I feel like I just got home
And I feel

Holiday, Celebrate
Holiday, Celebrate

Papa don't preach
I'm in trouble, deep
Papa don't preach
I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind
I'm keeping my baby
Ooh, I'm gonna keep my baby

Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home
When you call my name
It's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees
I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour
I can feel your power
Just like a prayer
You know I'll take you there
I hear your voice
It's like an angel sighing
I have no choice
I hear your voice
Feels like flying

Hey Mr. DJ put a record on
I wanna dance with my baby
And when the music starts
I never wanna stop
It's gonna drive me crazy
Music makes the people come together
Metal and Madonna come together

Come on girls
Do you believe in love?
Well I got something to say about it
And it goes something like this
Don't go for second best, baby
Put your love to the test
You know, you know, you've got to
Make him express how he feels
And maybe then you'll know your love is real

Strike a pose
Come on, vogue
Let your body move to the music (move to the music)
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, vogue
Let your body go with the flow (go with the flow)
You know you can do it

Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you

Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me
I think they're OK
Some boys bromance, some boys slow dance
I just walk away
They can beg and they can plead
But they can't see the light, that's right
Cause the boy with the cold hard cash are always mister right
Cause we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
You know that we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl

credits

from .​.​. and stuff, released April 14, 2022
“Like A Virgin,” © 1984 Sony/ATV / Sugar Free Media (ASCAP / BMI / GMR); “Ray Of Light,” © 1988 Almo Music / Mauve Music / WC Music / Webo Girl (ASCAP / PRS); “Holiday,” © 1983 Spirit One (BMI); “Like A Prayer,” © 1989 Bleu Disque / Johnny Yuma / Orangejello / WC Music / Webo Girl (ASCAP / BMI); “Music,” © 2000 1000 Lights / Webo Girl (ASCAP / BMI / SACEM); “Express Yourself,” © 1989 Bleu Disque / Universal Polygram International / WC Music / Webo Girl (ASCAP); “Vogue,” © 1990 Bleu Disque / Lexor Music / WC Music / Webo Girl (ASCAP); “Material Girl,” © 1984 Sony/ATV (BMI); “Papa Don't Preach,” © 1986 Reservoir Music (ASCAP); “Don't Cry For Me Argentina,” © 1976 Universal Music (ASCAP)

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