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Young Madonna Lyrics - Singles - D-why

[Hook] 

Hey baby, you my favorite 

I wanna take you, if you can take it 

I wanna taste you, let me taste it 

Once you zone out, you gonna play this (x2) 

 

[Verse 1] 

Baby girl, how you doin' 

Thought about you in my dreams 

The second I wake instead, this isn't really what it seems 

Wish I could sleep forever and have you right beside me 

We could sleep together 

Dream our lives, and live our dreams 

And we can sleep whenever 

And we'll make so much fucking money 

We ain't got to wait for nothing unless we're horny or hungry 

That's my promise, I'm honest, we take vacations, Bahamas 

Carry llamas on llamas, a war is upon us, my gorgeous Madonna 

Shopping is like church, spending money is praying 

This is retail religion, you're an angel I'm just saying 

Praise the fashion gods, this a synagogue 

House of Lou Vuitton, new carpet keep those shoes on 

Take that dress and let me go in, seven minutes in heaven 

Seven deadliest sins, I'm professing to the reverend 

Let's take a second, a moment of silence to watch you undress 

Forget about our problems while we make progress 

Yes, don't stress 

 

[Hook) 

(I'm in misery where you can seem as old as your omens 

And the mother we share will never keep our cold hearts from calling) 

Hey baby, you my favorite 

I wanna take you, if you can take it 

I wanna taste you, let me taste it 

Once you zone out, you gonna play this (x2) 

 

[Verse 2] 

Baby girl what you been missing, you should say goodbye to boring 

They ain't got style, talent or anything like your man 

See I'm making four plans, one of them is for plans 

The other is what I like to call my never being poor plan 

Other involves you and I laid up on the floor plan 

Then there's the do it, do it again and do it more plan 

Or the France, sort of like lovers under the covers 

Young and stubborn, kiss and huggers, we some sexy motherfuckers 

I ain't leaving til' you satisfied, hold up 

I ain't leaving til' tomorrow night, hold up 

So we should order some room service, cause' this bed has got a purpose 

As long as we have each other, their ain't nothing that can hurt us 

Baby we could be dead soon, baby this could end soon 

I don't give no fucks, I left all of those in the bedroom 

I'm just trying to live and love you like I was meant to 

Treat you all kinds of special, now dance to that instrumental 

Now dance to that instrumental