[BPM: 132]
[Intro - female voice]
(Category is… Fresh Tilapia!)
Fan clack!
Heels click!
Spotlight on!
Let’s go!
[Verse 1]
Walked in fishy, looking supreme
Serving face like a magazine
Crystal nails, rhinestone glow
Baby, watch this runway show
Hair laid, makeup clean
Living out my fantasy dream
Every step gets a standing ovation
This is queer celebration
[Pre-Chorus]
They stare? Let ‘em stare.
They talk? I don’t care.
I’m booked, I’m blessed, I’m on my way—
Now watch me slay.
[Chorus]
Fresh tilapia!
Serving looks like “hallelujah!”
Pose, pose—camera, flash!
Confidence in every sash!
Fresh tilapia!
Baby, I’m the main arena!
Werk the room from A to Z
Nobody does it fresh like me!
[Rap Verse - female voice]
Fresh out the dressing room, face on ten,
Walk in once, now they’re gagging again.
Sequins hit like a disco light,
Turn one look into an overnight hype.
“That’s so gay!”—Yeah, thanks, I know.
Pride in my step everywhere I go.
“Be a real man!”—I’m real enough.
Confidence like mine? That’s the tough stuff.
“You need Jesus!”—Honey, He knows my name.
Love beats fear; that’s the whole damn game.
“You’re too much!”—I’m exactly enough.
You call it extra, I call it fabulous.
Clack goes the fan when I finish my speech,
Confidence is something you can’t teach.
Read me once? I’ll smile and wave.
I’m too busy being iconic, babe.
[Bridge]
No room for hate on this dance floor tonight,
Only glitter, love, and flashing lights.
Bring your joy, your heels, your crew—
There’s enough spotlight for all of you.
[Dance Break – Instrumental (32 Bars)]
Clack! Clack!
Werk!
Pose!
Spin!
Ten! Ten! Ten across the board!
(Ballroom beat switch with heavy house bass)
[Final Chorus]
Fresh tilapia!
Everybody screaming, “Hallelujah!”
Strike a pose, don’t hold back,
Leave the haters in the back.
Fresh tilapia!
Serving love is the procedure.
Hands up high, come dance with me—
Fresh forever, wild and free!
[Outro]
Fan closed.
Heels off.
Crown still on.
Now… sashay away.
AURVIA
