We met as voices chasing skies,
Harmony spun in a world so wide.
You with your flair, your sharpest threads,
Turning heads with colors the world hadn't read.
Drama followed, we didn't care,
Stirring storms, yet always aware.
Your words could cut or lift the day,
A needle threading joy through gray.
Time can shift and seasons wane,
But your spark's a fire, it stays the same.
You stride like a king of the scene,
Every step's a rhythm, sharp and clean.
Baby, you light up the night,
A rebel wrapped in the bold and the bright.
Through the highs and the lows,
You're the style in the soul,
An anthem where the wild winds blow.
From late-night schemes to reckless songs,
We carved our place where we belonged.
A house of laughter, a stage of gold,
Stories whispered, forever bold.
You find the cracks in a cloudy room,
Fill them with light or chase out the gloom.
A fashion of words, a couture of thought,
Every thread in your world is art you've wrought.
Paths may shift, but you're still the flair,
In the fabric of life, you're always there.
You stride like a king of the scene,
Every step's a rhythm, sharp and clean.
Baby, you light up the night,
A rebel wrapped in the bold and the bright.
Through the highs and the lows,
You're the style in the soul,
An anthem where the wild winds blow.
Sequin skies and velvet dreams,
Life's a runway, you own the theme.
Even when silence takes the stage,
Your legacy dances on every page.
You stride like a king of the scene,
Every step's a rhythm, sharp and clean.
Baby, you light up the night,
A rebel wrapped in the bold and the bright.
Through the highs and the lows,
You're the style in the soul,
An anthem where the wild winds blow.
You stride like a king of the scene,
Every step's a rhythm, sharp and clean.
Baby, you light up the night,
A rebel wrapped in the bold and the bright.
Through the highs and the lows,
You're the style in the soul,
An anthem where the wild winds blow.
No matter the stage, no matter the song,
You've always known where we belong.
A melody of threads, a fashion of fire,
My closest friend, you'll always inspire.
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We met as voices chasing skies,
Harmony spun in a world so wide.
You with your flair, your sharpest threads,
Turning heads with colors the world hadn't read.
Drama followed, we didn't care,
Stirring storms, yet always aware.
Your words could cut or lift the day,
A needle threading joy through gray.
Time can shift and seasons wane,
But your spark's a fire, it stays the same.
You stride like a king of the scene,
Every step's a rhythm, sharp and clean.
Baby, you light up the night,
A rebel wrapped in the bold and the bright.
Through the highs and the lows,
You're the style in the soul,
An anthem where the wild winds blow.
From late-night schemes to reckless songs,
We carved our place where we belonged.
A house of laughter, a stage of gold,
Stories whispered, forever bold.
You find the cracks in a cloudy room,
Fill them with light or chase out the gloom.
A fashion of words, a couture of thought,
Every thread in your world is art you've wrought.
Paths may shift, but you're still the flair,
In the fabric of life, you're always there.
You stride like a king of the scene,
Every step's a rhythm, sharp and clean.
Baby, you light up the night,
A rebel wrapped in the bold and the bright.
Through the highs and the lows,
You're the style in the soul,
An anthem where the wild winds blow.
Sequin skies and velvet dreams,
Life's a runway, you own the theme.
Even when silence takes the stage,
Your legacy dances on every page.
You stride like a king of the scene,
Every step's a rhythm, sharp and clean.
Baby, you light up the night,
A rebel wrapped in the bold and the bright.
Through the highs and the lows,
You're the style in the soul,
An anthem where the wild winds blow.
You stride like a king of the scene,
Every step's a rhythm, sharp and clean.
Baby, you light up the night,
A rebel wrapped in the bold and the bright.
Through the highs and the lows,
You're the style in the soul,
An anthem where the wild winds blow.
No matter the stage, no matter the song,
You've always known where we belong.
A melody of threads, a fashion of fire,
My closest friend, you'll always inspire.
Harmony spun in a world so wide.
You with your flair, your sharpest threads,
Turning heads with colors the world hadn't read.
Drama followed, we didn't care,
Stirring storms, yet always aware.
Your words could cut or lift the day,
A needle threading joy through gray.
Time can shift and seasons wane,
But your spark's a fire, it stays the same.
You stride like a king of the scene,
Every step's a rhythm, sharp and clean.
Baby, you light up the night,
A rebel wrapped in the bold and the bright.
Through the highs and the lows,
You're the style in the soul,
An anthem where the wild winds blow.
From late-night schemes to reckless songs,
We carved our place where we belonged.
A house of laughter, a stage of gold,
Stories whispered, forever bold.
You find the cracks in a cloudy room,
Fill them with light or chase out the gloom.
A fashion of words, a couture of thought,
Every thread in your world is art you've wrought.
Paths may shift, but you're still the flair,
In the fabric of life, you're always there.
You stride like a king of the scene,
Every step's a rhythm, sharp and clean.
Baby, you light up the night,
A rebel wrapped in the bold and the bright.
Through the highs and the lows,
You're the style in the soul,
An anthem where the wild winds blow.
Sequin skies and velvet dreams,
Life's a runway, you own the theme.
Even when silence takes the stage,
Your legacy dances on every page.
You stride like a king of the scene,
Every step's a rhythm, sharp and clean.
Baby, you light up the night,
A rebel wrapped in the bold and the bright.
Through the highs and the lows,
You're the style in the soul,
An anthem where the wild winds blow.
You stride like a king of the scene,
Every step's a rhythm, sharp and clean.
Baby, you light up the night,
A rebel wrapped in the bold and the bright.
Through the highs and the lows,
You're the style in the soul,
An anthem where the wild winds blow.
No matter the stage, no matter the song,
You've always known where we belong.
A melody of threads, a fashion of fire,
My closest friend, you'll always inspire.
Writer: Matthew Tatus, ChatGPT AI
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid