Vogue - Mia Vaile

You’ve got this dress, laced up sheer collar

Million dollar lover, on the other side of town

You’ve got the strangers looking at you

And they wonder where you’re off to

Maybe Paris is home bound?

But then the day ends

And you lay awake in your bed

Wishing you were somebody else

Yeah, somebody else

I guess this is Vogue

Cocaine on the floor

Catching yourself in the mirror

Who the hell is this girl?

Vogue hearts are made out of gold

24-carats shoot right through your soul

This is Vogue, yeah

This is Vogue, yeah

This is Vogue

You’ve got this endless all-cash offer from your father

Does it even matter anymore?

'Cause all the people talk about it

Wishing they could some day have it

Only you know how it goes