Madonna, I’m Breathless (Music from and Inspired by the film Dick Tracy), 1990, “Vogue”
Strike a pose.
Vogue.
Look around. Everywhere you turn is heartache.
It’s everywhere that you go. Look around.
You try everything you can to escape
the pain of life that you know, life that you know.
When all else fails and you long to be
something better than you are today,
I know a place where you can get away.
It’s called a dance floor, and here’s what it’s for. So,
Come on: vogue.
Let your body move to the music.
Hey, come on: vogue.
Let your body go with the flow.
You know you can do it.
All you need is your own imagination.
So, use it. That’s what it’s for.
Go inside for your finest inspiration.
Your dreams will open the door.
It makes no difference if you’re black or white,
if you’re a boy or a girl.
If the music’s pumping, it will give you new life.
You’re a superstar. Yes, that’s what you are. You know it.
Beauty’s where you find it–
not just where you bump and grind it.
Soul is in the musical.
That’s where I feel so beautiful.
Magical, life’s a ball,
so get up on the dance floor.
Vogue.
Beauty’s where you find it.
Greta Garbo and Monroe
Deitrich and DiMaggio,
Marlon Brando, Jimmy Dean
on the cover of a magazine.
Grace Kelly, Harlow, Jean,
picture of a beauty queen.
Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire,
Ginger Rodgers, dance on air.
They had style. They had grace.
Rita Hayworth gave good face.
Lauren, Katherine, Lana, too.
Bette Davis, we love you.
Ladies with an attitude.
Fellows that were in the mood.
Don’t just stand there. Let’s get to it.
Strike a pose. There’s nothing to it.
Vogue.
Oh, you’ve got to
let your body move to the music.
Oh, you’ve got to just
let your body go with the flow.
Oh, you’ve got to
vogue.
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