Edge

Strut so sharp, cutting fabric with my walk. Couture on my skin, every stitch got a talk. Diamonds drip, ice cube in my champagne. Lips red velvet, leaving marks on the game. Runway royale, crown on my stilettos. Lights flash, I'm the queen of the echoes. Runway royale, step into my zone. This throne's my runway and I own it alone. Silk and leather tango under neon skies. Eyeliner wing sharp enough to slice lies. Gold on my wrist, but the weight feels light. Confidence a weapon, never needed to fight. Every heel click, a metronome of desire. Every glance thrown, sparking runway fire. Call it high-end chaos, beauty in control. Every beat I walk to, I'm reclaiming my soul. Runway royale, crown on my stilettos. Lights flash, I'm the queen of the echoes. Runway royale, step into my zone. This throne's my runway and I own it alone. Runway royale, crown on my stilettos. Lights flash, I'm the queen of the echoes. Runway royale, step into my zone. This throne's my runway and I own it alone. Runway royale, crown on my stilettos. Lights flash, I'm the queen of the echoes. Runway royale, step into my zone. This throne's my runway and I own it alone.