Super-Model

Super-Model

A Poem by EpiphanyPrince (Adam)
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A revised version of "Super-Model". I was inspired by the artists Madonna, Beyonce, Lady Gaga and the professional model Kendal Jenner. This is dedicated to all the women of the world.

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Laneways to runways, sidewalks to catwalks, slow rides to fast drives, she's a boss.
Bank stuffed right, savings go on and on day to night, curves on a body it's a style, she's a supermodel.

(Pre-chorus)
Clothes, rides, scents and shoes.
Totes, bags gourmet foods, planes, boats, sparkle bottles that's the hustle supermodel.

(Chorus)
Slide, glide, walk, strut, getting paid to shake that butt, talk down to me and you'll get cut.
({All the ladies, sexy ladies x3} shake that butt)
Slide, glide, walk, strut, eyes flirting in tartan skirts, getting paid for sexy work.

Fly Me around the world on bloodstained lips.
Sweet whispers and sharp words.
Hungry hips you're cashing fast on rock hard soft skin.
Serve me up a Cover Girl, covers me in desires from an in and out world.

(Pre-chorus)
Clothes, rides, scents and shoes.
Totes, bags gourmet foods, planes, boats, sparkle bottles that's the hustle supermodel.

(Chorus)
Slide, glide, walk, strut, getting paid to shake that butt, talk down to me and you'll get cut.
({All the ladies, sexy ladies x3} shake that butt)
Slide, glide, walk, strut, eyes flirting in tartan skirts, getting paid for sexy work.

Bulbs flash flicker, rocks and rolls.
Smiles through a prescribed attitude.
Champion dates, true love turns to hate.
The trophy raised fades away when tears rain down my insecurities power me through.
Flakes of spit words stain reality.
I'm the boss baby, big checks, cash, work, life, but they can't buy me baby, I'm not the sale.

(Pre-chorus)
Clothes, rides, scents and shoes.
Totes, bags gourmet foods, planes, boats, sparkle bottles that's the hustle supermodel.

(Chorus)
Slide, glide, walk, strut, getting paid to shake that butt, talk down to me and you'll get cut.
({All the ladies, sexy ladies x3} shake that butt)
Slide, glide, walk, strut, eyes flirting in tartan skirts, getting paid for sexy work.

Bikinis, gold and skin desires.
Lust for the perfect flesh beside hers.
Sins take my attention away along the treasure trail down the catwalk, up on the shelves that send a sweet kiss goodnight, tucked in paper candy girl covers.

Beauty under the spotlight, tell me what I want.

Supermodel supermodel supermodel supermodel supermodel supermodel supermodel supermodel supermodel supermodel supermodel supermodel supermodel,
Supermodel,
Supermodel, pockets full of bank.
Supermodel, trending the entire world.
Supermodel, working day and night.
Holler back everybody
(All the ladies, sexy ladies x4.)

(Pre-chorus)
Clothes, rides, scents and shoes.
Totes, bags gourmet foods, planes, boats, sparkle bottles that's the hustle supermodel.

(Chorus)
Slide, glide, walk, strut, getting paid to shake that butt, talk down to me and you'll get cut.
({All the ladies, sexy ladies x3} shake that butt)
Slide, glide, walk, strut, eyes flirting in tartan skirts, getting paid for sexy work.

Supermodel.

© 2024 EpiphanyPrince (Adam)


Author's Note

EpiphanyPrince (Adam)
Using that AI voice to text might be some mistakes it's okay.

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Added on May 9, 2024
Last Updated on July 23, 2024
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EpiphanyPrince (Adam)
EpiphanyPrince (Adam)

Toronto, Canada



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