Vogue

Bright lights, neon flash,

steppin’ strong with heels that clash.

Mirror, mirror, art in frame,

every move, a bold new claim.

Silk and lace, diamonds shine,

the world’s my runway, I redefine.

Every glance, a round of applause,

I own the moment, I set the laws.

Vogue, pose, feel the sensation,

shining brighter than a constellation.

Vogue, close-up, queen of the scene,

my style’s the spark of a fashion dream.

Textures, cuts, silhouettes divine,

every outfit tells a secret line.

I don’t chase trends, I make the way,

golden rules of haute couture, babe.

Yeah, step back, watch me strut,

got the crown, I level up.

Silk on my skin, drippin’ in gold,

top of the charts, my story unfolds.

Front row seats, eyes on me,

catwalk flames, I set you free.

No competition, I set the pace,

high fashion queen, ownin’ the space.

Cameras flashing, the rhythm won’t stop,

fashion’s my language, my body’s the bop.

From Paris to Seoul, the world’s in my hands,

I don’t follow footsteps—I make the stands.

Vogue, pose, feel the sensation,

shining brighter than a constellation.

Vogue, close-up, queen of the scene,

my style’s the spark of a fashion dream.