Identity Madonna Tribute
She’s not me,
She doesn’t have my name.
Instant transformation,
but chic jeans just don’t fit.
It’s body chemistry,
my scent on her? Rancid.
Baby I’m a trademark,
that’s just an impostor.
I am the legacy.
I know that’s what she’s after.
Stop. There’s just no hustle.
Dad I’m a rich girl now,
mom you would be so proud.
They all want to be me.
Especially her. Don’t worry.
She’ll never be me.
Mom.. dad? You made the rules.
Family is my identity.
She doesn’t have my name.
She’s not me.
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