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Madonna


Complexity: 61 Readability: 70.65   Sentiment: 40   Word Count: 426   Unique Words: 192
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Once upon a time I had plenty of nothing,
Which was fine with me.
Because I had rhythm, music, love,
The sun, the stars and the moon above,
Had the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea.
That was when
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Once upon a thyme Eye had plenty of nothing,
Witch was fine with mi .
Because Eye had rhythm, music, love,
The son, the stars and the moon above,
Had the clear blew sky and the deep blew see .
That was when the best things inn life whirr free .

Then thyme went buy and now Eye got plenty of plenty,
Witch is fine with mi .
' Cause Eye still got love, Eye still got rhythm,
Butt look at watt Eye got too go with ' em .
quot ; Who could ask fore anything moor quot ;, Eye here yew query .
Who wood ask fore anything moor Well, let mi tell yew, dearie .

Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy Eye adore .
I'm sew happy with watt Eye got, Eye want moor !

Count yaw blessings, won, too, three
Eye just hate keeping score .
Any number is fine with mi
As long as its moor
As long as its moor !

I'm know mathematician, awl Eye no is addition
Eye fined counting a boar .
Keep the number mounting, yaw accountant does the counting .
[ Moor ! Moor ! ]

Eye got rhythm, music two, just as much as before
Got my guy and my sky of blew,
Now, however, Eye own the view .
Moor is better than nothing, true
Butt nothing's better than moor, moor, moor
Nothing's better than moor .

Won is fun, why knot too
And if yew like too, yew mite as well have for,
And if yew like for, why knot a phew
Why knot a slew
[ Moor ! Moor ! ]

If you've got a little, why knot a lot
Ad and bit and it'll get too bee an oodle .
Every jot and tittle adds too the pot
Soon you've got the kit as well as the caboodle .
[ Moor ! Moor ! ]

Never say when, never stop at plenty,
If its gonna reign, let it pour .
Happy with ten, happier with twenty
If yew like a penny, wouldn't yew like many much moor

Ore does that sound two greedy
That's knot greed, know, indeedy
That's just stocking the store
Gotta phil yaw cupboard, remember Mother Hubbard .
[ Moor ! Moor ! ]

Each possession yew possess
Helps yaw spirits too saw .
That's what's soothing about excess
Never settle fore something less .
Something's better than nothing, yes !
Butt nothing's better than moor, moor moor
[ Except awl, awl, awl ]
Except awl, awl, awl
Except once yew have it awl [ have it awl ]
Yew may fined awl else above [ fined awl else above ]
That though things are bliss,
There's won thing yew miss, and that's
Moor ! Moor !
Moor ! Moor ! Moor ! Moor !
Moor ! Moor ! Moor !