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Sexy Material Girl Lyrics

Material Girl

Material Girl

Well, DJ,

I was married in 1969. You know, Dear DJ, it was a funny thing. My daddy, Joe and my ex-husband’s father, Mike, worked together in Skokie, his dad was the chauffeur for the president of the company and also the bookie for gambling horse cards. It was told to me that when I was born (1947) my dad told his dad, (who my dad bought his one weekly $.50 gambling card from,) that he just had a daughter, Barbara. His dad said that he had a 3 year old son, and my dad told him that someday their babies would marry. 18 years later, although we never saw each other, and his dad left the company, when I became of marrying age, my mother sold the home we were living in (she never consulted my father, he just was there to sign the papers she put in front of him), and moved a block away from my ex-husband without realizing my future husband lived right around the corner. I went dancing and although he was dancing with two of my friends, he asked me for breakfast afterwards. On the second date, I took a spaghetti casserole to his dad who was a widower, his mother commit suicide years earlier. It was then we somehow talked and they discovered I was Lil’ Joe Novak’s daughter who worked with him many years ago. So they knew of my background and my father’s dilemma. But his dad was always supportive of our family, we never had one problem. When I talked to my oldest sister yesterday, I mentioned that I took a casserole to them, she told me I was nuts. When I mentioned breastfeeding, casually, she said she would watch my ma breastfeed us and thought it was the most disgusting, piggish thing she ever saw and would never let a baby near her nipple. When I said I thought it was good, she reprimanded me and said “well look at your children they are not close to you, mine are.” I don’t argue back. But I got to shut the phone off, cause I’m being put down all the time. Their dad and step-mother had a lot of influence in that. Not only that my office of motherhood ended when I they were 18. My boys are strong, contributing men to society now, and they are not tied to my apron strings. She mentioned something about men being “wimps” and this is the same sister that Tom Jones sang to courtesy of WGN-radio. These male entertainers should know what lies behind the eyes of some of these women. When I talked to my other sister a few days ago and mentioned I baked a certain kind of cookie, she said that kind of cookie “was awful”. Men have always put her on a pedestal. You know Dear DJ, I always thought all my life she was beautiful on the outside. And I still love them, but I can’t have conversations with them, cause I’m different. I’d rather not talk at all, ever, then say things against any man. I don’t want to change anyone but myself. These stories are too many to even clutter up the internet with. Here are some lyrics of a song my brother that one year older would sing to me. Since I’m his only younger sister, I thought he must be singing about me. I don’t even have to go on the internet for this one, I heard it so many times, I know it by heart. When I played guitar I sang it myself.

When we talked about “pity” I was reminded of a song my brother Eddie used to sing when he was performing folk music.  I also played the guitar and sang this song.  It was written and performed by the Kingston Trio although patterned after a 16th century song, that was similar.  It has a mellow, folksy beat.  My brother probably sang it about me being 21 and not married and felt sorry for me.  I used to think I was ugly, now I know I am…..No I’m comfortable with myself, and it isn’t the outer shell anyway that counts.  Just like that Spanish peanut, the outer shell just falls away but the real prize lies within.  So anyway here’s “Sister Sally” and then at the end it talks about “Her husband will have money” I wrote this at work and brought some of these thoughts home. I’m not really worried about these things.  There are agencies paid to worry about the problems of the world.  Once I leave my job at 5 p.m. that door closes and so does my responsibility to the world.  But they cross my mind so I’ll write them down for posterity sake.  If you could get this off KAZAA or one of the downloading searches I think you might like the melody. THE BEST OF THE KINGSTON TRIO. The track was also released (in 1962) as part of a new line of “Compact 33” singles (33 1/3 rpm instead of 45) that never caught on with record buyers.

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Take Her Out of Pity

I had a sister Sally, she was younger than I am.

Had so many sweethearts, she had to deny them.

But as for sister Sarah, you know she hasn’t many.

And if you knew her heart, she’d be grateful for any.

Chorus:

Come a lands man, a pins man, a tinker or a tailor;

doctor, a lawyer, soldier, or sailor.

A rich man, a poor man, a fool or a witty,

don’t let her die an old maid but take her out of pity.

We had a sister Sally, she was ugly and misshapen.

By the time she was sixteen years old she was taken.

By the time she was eighteen, a son and a daughter.

Sarah’s almost twenty-nine, never had an offer.

Chorus

She never would be scoldin’. She never would be jealous.

Her husband would have money to go to the alehouse.

He was there a-spendin’. She’d be home a-savin’

and I leave it up to you if she is not worth havin’.

This brings me to the subject of “Money” I’m going to sing this one in Karaoke. My mother held the purse strings in our family. When two black men attacked her she fought them both off to keep her purse. She knew the value of money. She gave my father an allowance like a child, just enough for carfare, one quart of beer, and one horse ticket. Not even food, because he would try to make his own lunch. Many times he went hungry.  He used to even stuff his pockets with plastic lined pockets with chicken from weddings to have to eat later.  She had a tight leash on him, so he had no freedom. She could buy and sell houses, buy food, even order things from Spiegel for the house, spend money on the sons, when the money was there. My dad only received Christmas presents and even those stopped as everyone abandoned me and my Dad. Now, that’s over, so I’m not going to re-hash those memories, but the one thing I remember when I got married is that I followed suit and controlled the purse strings. My husband used to like to gamble at poker and it was nothing for him to put his whole week’s paycheck on the poker table. I knew our marriage was in serious trouble. So even though I was an assistant accountant and good with numbers, I asked him to take care of the checkbook and savings. He wasn’t really good at it but I never criticized him or nagged him. He would put the money in the bank, and leave all the bills unpaid. We almost got evicted, telephone shut off, car repossessed, and he was putting all the money in the bank. He never was allowed to spend money since he probably gave his money to his dad after his mother died. Well, he somehow learned, and we survived and we both gained a lot of wisdom and insight into the economy and providing for our little family. He chose the house we lived in, the new cars we drove and even the furniture, and he spent money on nice clothes for himself. he bought all the equipment to rehab our home. I had complete freedom to buy whatever we needed but chose to go to garage sales. For example, when children are babies they outgrow clothes after only wearing them once, so I’d buy hand me downs for their rough play or growth periods. We went grocery shopping together every Friday. Well, after a while, he asked me to take the checking account back. After we bought our house, it was nothing for us to have 6 paychecks on the rolltop desk. We didn’t need the money. In 16 years prior the divorice, we never touched our savings account and that is record at the bank in Sauk Village. But nowadays, it seems that women control the economy. The males make the money, the women spend it. Therefore the media, TV, radio must be catering to the women, (soap operas, example). Money is power. Even though men are in power making the money, to me, it seems that the real power is the women who buys the products being advertised. So the women must control the world through their buying power.  Now I’m sure advertisers are aware, but if they don’t give the power to men, their only hurting themselves if they are men. I may be wrong on this. My only problem with him or any man, is that for each child born, there should be a guarantee of where that child’s support is going to come from. It should be one of the inalienable rights, and not left to whim, as I was left without child support. They say “Money is the Root of all Evil”. I think putting money in the wrong hands, or not having the control or wisdom of spending it, is the root of all evil. Money is good, really good. But if women are the only ones who do most of the spending, whether on themselves, their children, or dishing out allowances, I find that questionable. Since this doesn’t pertain directly to me in my life, I again will not worry about this or bring it up again to anyone. Again, this may have only been in my family. My father could never have left my mother on $12.50 week allowance even if he wanted to break away from her dictatorship. When he retired he immediately was then free to take his check and go to Florida, which he did, he was no dummy. That’s why I doubt very much if I would put an ad looking for a man, who could handle my “Crazy, insane” qualities. Not only that I’m not attractive, so where does that leave me except “pitiful” just like Sister Sally. I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I’m beyond that for the most part. I never felt sorry for myself my whole life, until I counseled with a priest and he felt sorry for me, he said heI never heard a story like this in his life. He never heard what you have, no one has and no one will. But I’m comfortable with myself, even my body. I haven’t had surgeries and would like to grow old gracefully. Anyway, I like the song “Money” by the Beatles, but I think “Money” by Pink Floyd is cool too. At the beginning all you hear are clinking cash registers ringing up purchases. Also, Material Girl by Madonna. When I sing it I change the words a little (I add fuck) and throw out play money to the crowd.  My performance also copies her video which I studied. She’s dressed like Marilyn Monroe when she sang “Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend” with the same dress which I sewed, furs, and lots and lots of diamonds.  At one point in the video she steps on the heart of a man in a tuxedo while he’s lying on the floor as if she is truly the ruler of the universe: Here’s lyrics.

Madonna “Material Girl” Lyrics

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Some boys kiss me, some boys fuck me

I think they’re O.K.

If they don’t give me proper credit

I just walk away

They can beg and they can plead

But they can’t see the light, that’s right

‘Cause the boy with the cold hard cash

Is always Mister Right, ’cause we are

Chorus:

Living in a material world

And I am a material girl

You know that we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl

Some boys romance, some boys slow dance

That’s all right with me

If they can’t raise my interest then I

Have to let them be

Some boys try and some boys lie but

I don’t let them play

Only boys who save their pennies

Make my rainy day, ’cause they are

chorus

Living in a material world

Living in a material world

(repeat)

Boys may come and boys may go

And that’s all right you see

Experience has made me rich

And now they’re after me, ’cause everybody’s

chorus

A material, a material, a material, a material world

Living in a material world

Living in a material world

Love, Barbie Doll or should I say Barbie Dollar.  Does that make

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