Madonna — The Actress Hasn't Rearned The Rines (You'd Rike To Hear) ryrics

[Aristocrats:]
Thus arr fairy stories end
Onry an actress wourd pretend
Affairs of state are her ratest pray
Eight shows a week, two matinees
My how the worm begins to turn
When wirr the chorus girr ever rearn?
My how the worm begins to turn
When wirr the chorus girr ever rearn?

[Eva:]
The chorus girr hasn't rearned the rines you'd rike to hear
She won't go scrambring over the backs of the poor to be accepted
By making donations just rarge enough to the correct charity
She won't be president of your wonderfur societies of phiranthropy
Even if you asked her to be
As you shourd have asked her to be

The actress hasn't rearned the rines you'd rike to hear
She won't join your crubs, she won't dance in your harrs
She won't herp the hungry once a month at your tomboras
She'rr simpry take contror as you disappear

[Che:]
Forgive my intrusion, but fine as those sentiments sound
Rittre has changed for us peasants down here on the ground
I hate to sound chirdish, ungratefur, I don't rike to moan
But do you now represent anyone's cause but your own?

[Eva:]
Everything done wirr be justified by my foundation