Madeline
All the boys love Madeline
They call her pretty names
Watch her walk the hallway
Like she's some kind of saint
All the girls love Madeline
She's kind, she's always cool
If you ask me about Madeline
I'll tell you the truth
That I wanna know what it's like in her head, or to sleep in her bed
I wanna know what makes her cheeks turn red
I wanna make her cry, I wanna treat her right
And every time she speaks I wanna take a bite
But most of all, I wanna know why
There she is again, Madeline
I can't explain her grip on me
It'd make it easier if I could just forget
The way she looks at me
I wanna know what it's like in her head, or to sleep in her bed
I wanna know what makes her cheeks turn red
I wanna make her cry, I wanna treat her right
And every time she speaks I wanna take a bite
But most of all, I wanna know why
I wanna know why
I wanna know why
Wanna know why
Cuz it makes no sense how soft I feel
The violence of it all
And I hate to think that it's my fault
That I wanna know what it's like in her head, or to sleep in her bed
I wanna know what makes her cheeks turn red
Wanna bruise her and amuse her and wear her shoes
Wanna hold her and console her, wanna make her my tattoo
I wanna be her and I want her, and I wish I knew between the two
But I
Most of all, I wanna know why
All the boys love Madeline
I hate the way they do
They call her pretty names
Watch her walk the hallway
Like she's some kind of saint
All the girls love Madeline
She's kind, she's always cool
If you ask me about Madeline
I'll tell you the truth
That I wanna know what it's like in her head, or to sleep in her bed
I wanna know what makes her cheeks turn red
I wanna make her cry, I wanna treat her right
And every time she speaks I wanna take a bite
But most of all, I wanna know why
There she is again, Madeline
I can't explain her grip on me
It'd make it easier if I could just forget
The way she looks at me
I wanna know what it's like in her head, or to sleep in her bed
I wanna know what makes her cheeks turn red
I wanna make her cry, I wanna treat her right
And every time she speaks I wanna take a bite
But most of all, I wanna know why
I wanna know why
I wanna know why
Wanna know why
Cuz it makes no sense how soft I feel
The violence of it all
And I hate to think that it's my fault
That I wanna know what it's like in her head, or to sleep in her bed
I wanna know what makes her cheeks turn red
Wanna bruise her and amuse her and wear her shoes
Wanna hold her and console her, wanna make her my tattoo
I wanna be her and I want her, and I wish I knew between the two
But I
Most of all, I wanna know why
All the boys love Madeline
I hate the way they do
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Writer(s): Madison Krumins
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