Madonna's dig at ex-husband Guy Ritchie in new feisty song
The singer has left us in little doubt about her feelings for her ex

The singer has left us in little doubt about her feelings for her ex
Madonna has left us in no doubt as to her feelings about her ex-husband, Guy Ritchie, in a very feisty new song from her latest album.
Called 'I Don't Give A...', the song on her forthcoming record includes the lyrics: 'Wake up, this is your life, children on your own, gotta plan on the phone, meet the press, buy a dress, do all this to impress… do 10 things at once and if you don’t like it, I don’t give a ****.'
'I tried to be a good girl. I tried to be the perfect wife. Diminished myself, and I swallowed my light.
'I tried to become all that you expect of me. And if I was a failure. I don’t give a ****.'
Say what you really mean, Madge!
GUY RITCHIE: MADONNA IS 'RETARDED'
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Another song, which unveiled at a private gig in New York on Friday, also gives us an insight into the 53-year-old star's take on Ritchie, although we hope not literally!
'Bang Bang' includes the words: 'Bang bang, shot you dead, shot my lover in the head.
'And if I see that b**** in hell, I’m gonna shoot him in the head again, cuz I want to see him die over and over.'
Yikes!
Madonna and Ritchie were married for eight years and together had a son, Rocco, 11, and adopted another boy David Banda, six.
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