Who’s That Girl is a song by American singer Madonna from the soundtrack of the 1987 film Who’s That Girl. Written and produced by Madonna and Patrick Leonard, it was released in Europe as the soundtrack’s lead single on June 29, 1987; in the United States, a release was issued the following day. In 2009, it was included on Madonna’s third greatest hits compilation, Celebration.
An uptempo pop song, “Who’s That Girl” continued the singer’s fascination with Latin pop, a genre she had previously explored on her single “La Isla Bonita”. It features instrumentation from drums, bass, and trumpets, and has lyrics sung both in English and Spanish. While shooting for the film, then called Slammer, Madonna had requested Leonard to develop a song that captured the nature of her film character; the producer worked on a demo and, afterwards, Madonna added the lyrics and decided to rename the song, as well as the film, to “Who’s That Girl”.
Upon release, the song received positive to mixed reviews from music critics; the similarities to “La Isla Bonita” were both praised and criticized. “Who’s That Girl” became Madonna’s sixth single to top the Billboard Hot 100, which made her the artist with the most number one hits in the 1980s decade. It was also successful overseas: it reached the top of the charts in the United Kingdom, the Netherlands, Italy, Ireland, and Belgium.
The song was nominated for Best Song Written for Visual Media at the 1988 Grammy Awards, and for Best Original Song at the 45th Golden Globe Awards. The accompanying music video mixed together footage from Who’s That Girl and scenes of Madonna wandering around a park, decked out in a Latin-inspired outfit. The track was included on the singer’s Who’s That Girl (1987) and Rebel Heart (2015―2016) concert tours, and has been covered by some artists, particularly for tribute albums.
Who’s That Girl Lyrics (1987)
It’s about that time, y’all
Haha, Ruff Ryders
You know, Teflon, Eve, woo!
Yo, yo, yo
They wanna know
Who’s that girl? Uh, yo, yo, c’mon, c’mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl, uh, yo, yo, yo, yo, c’mon, c’mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who’s that girl? Uh, what’s my name? Yo, yo, uh, what’s my name? Yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl, uh, uh, uh, c’mon, c’mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can’t tell
Me, I keep it sexy, daddy so I can’t fail
Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give ’em hell
Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash
Wrist glist now ’cause I make a gang of cash
Light glance, still street with the doo-rag
Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that? Huh
Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out
Ain’t changed, game don’t run me, I run the game
If I gotta keep it gritty, so be it, I’m supposed to change
Like simple, dizzy broads ain’t fuckin’ with my mental
Natural born hustlin’ bitch, check what I’ve been through
Got mine, took it from you, and now you slot mine
Exec to my own shit, dawg I’m ownin’ dot coms
Who’s that girl? C’mon, c’mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl, uh, yo, yo, yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who’s that girl? Huh, uh, uh, uh
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Yo, yo
I can understand why they’re scared of Eve
Thought I did it one way, ain’t prepared for me
Huh, mad ’cause an image, I don’t care to be
Realness, real shit, spit reality
Attitude rude, that’s the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I’m the thrill in your life
Breath of fresh air
Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow ’em chest hair
Why you listenin’ to other shit? You got the best here
Come on try your luck, shorty, I got the rest scared
Bet you anything you ain’t ready and you get left there
Ain’t known for frontin’, vouch for my behavior
Same way they get down, I get down for this paper
16 lean from my pen so you can test her
Still need to know who I am, then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line, my world, my way, any questions?
Who’s that girl? Uh, c’mon, c’mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl, uh, yo, yo, yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who’s that girl? Uh, say my name, y’all
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve’s that girl, yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Power moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch
I’ma get this bank anyway that I do this shit
I was born to shine, and most of y’all’s borderline bullshit
Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the flow through my hands like water
Heat starts growing from my son or my daughter
Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her
He spend, you owe, that’s what mommy taught her
So hardball is played, won’t starve today
Song after song I write so I get paid
Thought I wasn’t followin’ up with the second round
Now bitch, swallow it up while I shove it down
Make ’em love me over again and over your name
Betcha they get over your style and over your fame
Why you lookin’ sad at me? I ain’t to blame
Back to plan B, baby, I can feel your pain
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