Vogue Lyrics

The smartest we got, but you know the year
I sent them to a church for the hymn
I don't know what I'm looking for
What are they looking for?
You were first in a man's brains
I have a 4-track mind

Write me a letter on a humming machine
The pull through the ice age, singing a song
I have different areas
I sit around and wait
Messed up by God, through a bunch of pines
What if I could only get to you?