Picture Madonna at forty-nine Her tits have already started to sag Everything has a price Even beauty, even butterflies You spend your day stuck on a pin Part of somebody's private collection You wish just once you could feast On something more than this bread and butter kind of life Baby you look great on your mother's silver I wish I had a picture before it fades Every second, every minute, every hour, every day Like dreams, like flowers, like shooting stars Seize the day, beauty fades away Technicolor stereosound Magnified larger than life The radio and television Bring you closer to God, but it's not religion You wake up in the morning to find You're cut up like a Frankenstein A cow for lips and saucers for eyes Celluloid cellulife Baby you look great on your mother's silver I wish I had a picture before it fades Every second, every minute, every hour, every day Like dreams, like flowers, like shooting stars Seize the day, beauty fades away Baby you look great on your mother's silver I wish I had a picture before it fades Every second, every minute, every hour, every day Like dreams, like flowers, like shooting stars Seize the day, beauty fades away Like dreams, like flowers, like shooting stars Seize the day, beauty fades away