Madonna medley
You think that I can't live without your love, you'll see
You think I can't go on another day
You think I have nothing, without you by my side
You'll see, somehow, some way
All by myself, I don't need anyone at all
I know I'll survive, I know I'll stay alive
All on my own, I don't need anyone this time
It will be mine, no one can take it from me, you'll see, you’ll see
Like a virgin (hey) touched for the very first time
Like a virgin, with your heartbeat next to mine. Whoa, whoa, whoa
I don’t wanna hear (x7)
I don’t wanna know. Please don't say you're sorry
I've heard it all before (x4)
(oohs) Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name, and it feels like home
Vogue, vogue, vogue / Vogue, vogue
Don't just stand there, don't, don't, don't just stand there (x2)
Ladies, la, la, ladies, Let's get to it
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it
Look around everywhere you turn is heartache
It's everywhere that you go (look around)
You can 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
© Yula Andrews
Pop Chorus 2017
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 (vogue, vogue), let your body move to the music
(move to the music) Hey, hey, hey
Come on, vogue (vogue, vogue), let your body go with the flow
(go with the flow) You know you can do 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, fellas that were in the mood
Don't just stand there, let's get to it,
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it. Vogue
Vogue (vogue, vogue). (Move to the music)
Vogue (vogue, vogue). Vogue (vogue, vogue).
(Move to the music / music, music, music, music)
Music makes the people come together, yeah
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebels
Hey Mister DJ, put a record on I wanna dance with my baby
And when the music starts, I never wanna stop, it’s gonna drive me crazy (uh x3)
Music makes the people come together, yeah
(and I feel x4)
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebels
Zephyr in the sky at night I wonder,
Do my tears of mourning sink beneath the sun?
She's got herself a universe gone quickly
For the call of thunder threatens everyone
Just like a prayer, I'll take you there, It's like a dream to me
x8
© Yula Andrews
Pop Chorus 2017