Madonna: The Unauthorized Rusical

Madonna X is a lover
 Madonna X is a mystery
 Madonna X is an Uber driver
 But, sometimes she drives for Lyft too
 In 1984, on American Bandstand
 Dick Clark asked me: "Madonna, what's next?"
 I wanna (rule the world)
 I wanna rule the world (rule the world)
 Crucifix, don't shave my pits (rule the world)
 I want to rule the world (rule the world)
 Gonna grab it by the balls
 Shared a name with my mother
 She died when I was five years old
 Turned the hurt around
 Knew I was destined, for something more
 With a name like Madonna
 I could be a saint or a sinner
 So, I started dancing
 Won't stop 'til I'm a winner (rule the world)
 I wanna rule the world (rule the world)
 I'm not your average girl (rule the world)
 I wanna rule the world (rule the world)
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 Hello Ru, this is Madonna, call me in Miami
 I know exactly what I want
 The groove is calling out to me
 So, I became my own icon
 I own MTV
 Rolling around in a wedding gown
 A dirty blonde with a sexy mole
 Just like Marilyn
 I had material goals (ah, ah)
 'Cause I'm a boy toy, baby
 And all the little girls dress like me
 'Cause I'm a boy toy, baby
 And all the others are just wannabes
 I'm a boy toy and I ain't gonna stop
 I'm a boy toy, call me a boy toy
 Because I'm the one on top (call me a boy toy)
 I'm a boy toy
 My next album went platinum fast
 And so did I
 Critics don't know what to make of me
 Am I real art or publicity?
 My music videos stir up controversy
 Haters criticize my blond ambition
 Double standard, is it 'cause I'm a woman?
 I'm gonna express myself
 And you'll pay more than attention (I want more than attention)
 (Unapologetic) defying old taboos
 (Unapologetic) 'cause sex is power too
 Making art isn't easy
 But that's why I do it (so you can get into it)
 (Unapologetic) did I make you stare?
 (Unapologetic) now kiss my derriere
 Making art isn't easy
 And I've got the scars to prove it
 So you can get into it
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 Hello, fellas!
 Love who you love
 You know there's more than one way to play
 Bullet bras are the way to go far
 Thank you, Jean Paul Gaultier
 Pinstripe suits can be subversive
 But listen to what I say
 Leading men and Latin studs
 I love them like nobody else
 But gay men are the ones who intrigue me
 I should have been born one myself
 God bless the gays (God bless the gays)
 LGBT
 God bless the gays (God bless the gays)
 GMHC
 More than an advocate, we went through serious shit
 Our bond got stronger and stronger
 Like a prayer does a mourner (like a prayer)
 God bless the gays (God bless the gays)
 God bless the children
 God bless the gays
 God bless the gays
 So, after dressing you up in my love
 There was only one thing left to do
 Take it all off
 I made a video in Paris (ooh la la)
 It was too hot for MTV (ouch)
 So it became the first VHS single (kerching)
 Now, when pop stars shake their cakes on Instagram
 I say: "You're welcome"
 Posing, disrobing, opposing, for you
 As I (must define my brand)
 Girls and boys kissing, censors hissing
 As I (must define my brand)
 Whips, bare nips, not just the tips
 As I (must define my brand)
 I'm seductive, not reductive
 I'm erotic, you're neurotic
 'Cause I (must defide my brand)
 Because I'm what?
 Whipsmart
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 I never wanted to be an actress
 I thought I'd stick to music
 But I was desperate-ly seeking something
 And then Sean gave me Shanghai Surprise, and a ring
 Some people wondered, "Who's that girl?"
 I was just breathless over Dick (Tracy)
 Though I knew that I was in a league of my own (a league of her own)
 I was born to play Eva, yes voice lessons!
 A golden globe for all the haters
 And though my acting days are mostly swept away
 I do what I wanna, 'cause bitch, I'm Madonna
 But what I really want to do is direct
 Cut, print, moving on
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 There comes a time in an artist's career (-reer, -reer, -reer)
 When she decides to seek God
 And put it in her songs (songs, songs, songs)
 I took myself first-class on a journey (-ney, -ney, -ney)
 To find a higher power and live my life in awe
 I'm alive (don't care, don't care)
 I'm alive (don't come too near)
 I'm alive (don't care, don't care)
 I'm alive
 Hippy-dippy, trippy song (I'm alive)
 A Kabbalah sing-along (I'm alive)
 Won a Grammy for this song (-ong, -ong, -ong, -ong, -ong, -ong)
 You go girl
 Yas, God!
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 Hey, lady pop stars, all hail the queen
 Welcome to my Fempire
 After two decades in the biz
 Now I can do whatever
 Dress up like a pimp
 Talk like a Brit
 Things that used to get me banned
 Are emulated across the land
 Blaze new trails for others like me
 You're welcome, Gwen Stefani
 All the girls go Gaga for my grills
 While I make it rain with my bills
 My power isn't fake
 And in front of Timberlake
 I kissed Britney and Christina
 And I liked it, Katy Perry
 Hey, lady pop stars, all hail the queen
 Welcome to my Fempire
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 (I'm still in the groove, yeah)
 Oh, bitch, I got this
 (Redefining the moves, yeah)
 Don't be an ageist
 I did pilates with some hotties in the aughts
 Then took to the dance floor
 Wearing pink for my confessions
 Got hung up, Super Bowl, hard candy and Malawi
 Said bye to Guy, thank God I'm single and not sorry
 (My eighties ladies) have all come and gone
 (Whitney, George, MJ) moonwalked on
 (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
 I still grow 'cause I'm M-A-D-O-N-N-A, bitch
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 Sixty years and I keep topping
 Ageist if you think I'm stopping
 Classic looks but kids keep mocking
 (I'm M-A-D-O-N-N-A, bitch)
 Beyoncé, Gaga, Ariana
 Girls, I still be here mañana
 Sexy, not afraid to flaunt it
 (I'm M-A-D-O-N-N-A, bitch)
 Yes, I'm still Madonna
 Fuck your sexist drama
 When you hate it's just kablama
 Don't preach 'cause I'm your mama
 I'm M-A-D-O-N-N-A, bitch
 (Compose, -pose, -pose)
 I think the most controversial thing I have ever done
 Is to stick around
 Compose (-pose, -pose)
 Okay, here we go
 All Madonnas, spit a flow
 Compose (-pose, -pose)
 Like a Virgin, Like a Prayer
 Cherish, True Blue, Truth or Dare
 Dick Tracy, Drowned World Tour
 Live to Tell, now Who's that Girl?
 Express yourself, Material Girl
 You got 4 Minutes to Save the World
 Open Your Heart, don't get Hung Up
 Papa, Don't Preach, I'm Burning Up
 Living for Love, I'm Madame X
 Into the Groove, a book called Sex
 I'll Remember, so Don't Tell Me
 Physical Attraction, for Dear Jessie
 Beautiful Stranger, Crazy for You
 Sorry, Hydrangea, I still loathe you
 Girl Gone Wild, Rebel Heart
 Causing a Commotion and that's just the start
 Compose (-pose, -pose)
 From Holiday to Medellin
 When it comes to pop, I'm still your queen
 I'm M-A-D-O-N-N-A, bitch!