Marilyn

Madonna, she's too rich

Everybody wants to be rich

Everybody wants to be a bitch

And Marilyn? She's dead.

Britney, she's too young

Everybody wants to be young

Everybody wants a refund

And Marilyn is in my head

Mmm took a trip, gone on a plane

Adderall, Vicodin, cocaine

Down the champagne to kill the pain

On satin sheets cause I'm just that vain

Glamorous, just like I told ya

White mink stole from shoulder to shoulder

Rocks like boulders, slick and sheer

Diamond earrings like chandeliers

Stop, drop, roll, stare

I prefer blondes with no pubic hair

No underwear, no time to spare

So you want to marry a millionaire?

What's your sign, what's your size?

35 - 22 - 35?

Meet me outside with the pale moonlight

Don't scream too loud once I'm inside (ouch)

Einstein, he's too bright

Everybody wants to be right

Everybody wants to have a fight

And Marilyn is in my head

Elvis is a star

Everybody wants to be a star

Everybody wants to shoot a star

And Marilyn? She's dead.

I'm back in V-V-V.I.P.

Dom Pérignon deep inside of me

1953, all my friends

No Dorothy, there's a lot to me

Into sodomy but the lobotomy

Lifestyle not part of the economy

I'm guilty, and I can't come clean

I better get my ass in a time machine

I don't know, but I've been told

You're the first Playboy centerfold

Laid out like gold, diamonds, curls

High school girls with their hair in curls

Taught the first stylists how to teach

Red lipstick with a bottle of bleach

Bright white teeth like a million bucks

Then raised the bar on how to fuck (what)

Restricted area, V.I.P. utopia

Restricted area, V.I.P. voilà

• Artist:Amanda Lepore
• Album:I...Amanda Lepore