I put my heart on the line.
Everything you wonder I’ll admit.
In denim in my white tee
I swear this catwalk is for you, honey.
This chapter, subscribed destiny, is for you, baby

My style, for this day and the next.
I’m stepping out of the closet.
I showcase my upcoming line of feelings
with bling-bling accessories.
Picture my scars face to face...
Your lips when the crowd sighs: “Woow”

Tell me, if someone ain’t afraid of losing you
Is that one really worth fighting for?
Probably not.
If someone hesitate or is confused.
Do you really feel secure?
Probably not.

 

Like a breath of high cholesterol.
Necessary.
But still act with caution!
I swear this catwalk is for you, honey.
Cause damn we got the lyrics.
Read me between the lines.

Love me like, poetry
Make love like poetry.
Moan like poetry.
Bump and grind
Bleed out in papercuts.
Love like poetry

And if someone ain’t afraid of losing you
That’s a bad omen, a bad omen!
Why you, hanging on by a threat?
Make love like poetry...
Make it like poetry