LYRIC FOR SALE

By Aya May

Verse 1
I walked into the shop like autumn gray,
No lipstick, no hope to light my way.
Life’s a bag of clutter, dreams thrown aside,
But then I saw you, with that knowing smile.
Amber and tobacco hung in the air,
A playful glance, a confident stare.
“You came here for style, right from the start?
For skill and magic, and a work of heart?”

Chorus
You’re not a master, not a tailor,
Not in the spotlight, yet you play.
You’re not the loudest, yet you’re major
In someone’s brand-new style today.
You’re my fashion, my stylist,
My lucky charm that never fades!
Every stroke shows you’re an artist,
You’re my style! My secret’s made!

Verse 2
This world is more than just the clothes we wear,
It’s passion, spark, and flair everywhere.
Each fabric tells a story, bright and true,
Each cut reveals the fire inside you.
Clothes aren’t just covers, they speak your soul,
They guide the brave toward a shining goal.
Step into freedom, chase your dream,
The world’s your runway, the light will gleam.

Chorus
You’re not a master, not a tailor,
Not in the spotlight, yet you play.
You’re not the loudest, yet you’re major
In someone’s brand-new style today.
You’re my fashion, my stylist,
My lucky charm that never fades!
Every stroke shows you’re an artist,
You’re my style! My secret’s made!

Verse 3
Clothes are more than just a dress or coat,
They show the sharpness in the way you float.
Each gesture, every move you make,
Shows the soul that only you awake.
Master of lines, of color and form,
Through every outfit, you transform.
A guide to the heart in every fit,
Where courage rises, strong and lit.

Chorus
You’re not a master, not a tailor,
Not in the spotlight, yet you play.
You’re not the loudest, yet you’re major
In someone’s brand-new style today.
You’re my fashion, my stylist,
My lucky charm that never fades!
Every stroke shows you’re an artist,
You’re my style! My secret’s made!