Текст песни Vogue

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?