Darling, don't keep dreaming
of the Madonna I don't want to be?
Why

do you put me high
in heaven, just for you
and the children, too good

for others, maybe
for you too, you hesitate
every day to be with me

You'd rather attribute all kinds
of things you ever saw, to me
and you mess up my name

to the beat of your heart
a wanderer's drum
who secretly married me

Was that the real reason, your wish
to leave your doings
as they were?