Madonna

Prologue: Into the mind and world of a virgin. Whether the chastity is found physically, or through purity of thought.

Beautiful strangers holding their hands out

Bid me good day and good night

I’ve got a zest for life

While I wait on the perfect guy


Sometimes I dance with them

Strive to connect with them

They give me long stories

And try to pinch my cheeks

But I just say “sorry”

Ask them to pardon me

Cause I’ve got some things to see


Is life always this pretty?

Or is it cause I’m blossoming?

I know this might sound silly

But I’m in love with everything


And sometimes women, they don’t get me

Sometimes men they kind of sweat me

But I just want to be free

Not rushing into weddings (so)

I’d rather wait on heaven

To place me where the doves sing

And sycamores come in by spring

There’s just so much explore

I can’t wait much more


Maybe he’ll be a king

And tell me everything

And sing me sweet nothings

Hope he’s a romantic


Make me his sweet darling

And worship beside me

And have perfect timing

The thought makes me frantic


Cherry’s blossom and they bud

But I’m rather patient cause

I intend to fall in love


Moons’ will wax and they will wane

My composure rather sane

I trust in divine planning

I’m a romantic