Give me all your love and give me your love L-U-V Madonna Y-O-U You wanna Don't play the stupid game Cause I'm a different kind of girl Every record sounds the same You've got to step into my world Give me all your love today Let's forget about time

And I am a material girl Living in a material world Living in a material world (material) You know that we are living in a material world Some boys kiss me Some boys hug me I think they're ok If they don't give me proper credit I just walk away

When your heart's not open Mm, if I could melt your heart Mm, we'd never be apart Mm, give yourself to me Mm, you hold the key You're frozen You only see what your eyes want to see How can life be what you want it to be You're so consumed with how much

I guess I'll die another day Another day I'm gonna close my body now Analyze this I think I'll find another way There's so much more to know It's not my time to go I'm gonna wake up, dress, and go I'm gonna kiss some part of I'm gonna keep this secret

Like a virgin Touched for the very first time Next to mine Yeah, you made me feel And you're mine Like a virgin, hey With your heartbeat I made it through the wilderness

We're heading for the sky And we'll get lost in it 'cause And I will pose if I wanna And I will vogue like Madonna I might not dance like M.J, R.I.P. But I will give the best of me All I want is everything Yes everything too much is not enough I'm sick

A good girl gone wild Like a girl gone wild Girls they just wanna have some fun Hey, ey, ey, ey I'm like, hey, ey, ey, ey Get fired up like smokin' gun On the floor til the daylight comes I got that burnin' hot desi-i-i-re And no one can put out my

I'm outta time and All I got is four minutes, eh We only got four minutes Time is waiting To save the world No hesitating You gotta get in line, hop Tick tock tick tock tick tock Don't be a pretty Madonna, uh

(Just lean on me tonight) Lean on you I lean on you, you lean on me You lean on me, I lean on you You got me, I got ya Mi casa, su casa Even through our 70's, '70s like Donna Ice or the lava

Do you like to boogie-woogie' Where's the party' I want to free my soul Where's the party' I want to lose control Dance with my, dance with my Music makes the people come together, yeah Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Control, control, control,