i’m a material girl
i’m not made of
steel, gold, luxury or
wealth
i don’t dream
i’m not a dream
i’m not made of
big parties and fancy furniture
i can’t rest
the world doesn’t
know me
and won’t ever know
people say my
voice is pretty
but they never
hear me
i’m a material girl
and I don’t wear
silk dresses, nor
diamond earings
i wear disguise
fear
hunger and
dirty
i see only crowns
taxes
work and
bad luck
but never
my – own – self
i’m a material girl
and I
wish I had dreams
i wish I was made
out of
dreams