"Vogue" will always remind me of dances held in our high school's cafeteria. Of arriving a bit late, hearing the song come on from the parking lot and rushing to the dance floor. Thank you, Madonna, for making a still-semi-closeted teen living in BonJovi-town (Sayreville, NJ) feel like he was kind-a slick.
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