Runway Domination [#HOM Divalicious]

© 2026 Flore d'Esprit - All Rights reserved _____________ This song is my contribution to the Divalicious challenge on Haus of Music, the home of LGBTQIA+ Suno artists on Discord. _____________ The floor is mine. The lights are hungry. Don't blink. Left foot, right foot, catwalk Cold as diamonds, sharpened by the mind I don't walk, I rewrite the space A structural masterpiece, a perfect face Silence in the room, let the tension grow I’m the only rhythm that you need to know Flash, flash, let the lenses bite I’m the supernova in the night. Runway domination, total control Power in the stride, fire in the soul Angle of the jaw, shadow on the wall Watch the way I rise, watch the others fall Pose. Strike. Hold that frame. The world is the stage, and I am the name. Sissy that walk, pump it, pump it! Face, face, face... I’m the moment! Work that angle, snatch the crown Own the room, never look down! DIP! SPIN! WORK! SERVE! Give them the nerve, give them the curve! Mugler body, sculpted in gold Too hot to handle, too bold to hold! YAS! SERVE! YAS! SERVE! (Vogue house crash sound) STRIKE. THE. POSE. Glaciers in my eyes, velvet in my veins Breaking all the limits, cutting all the chains I don’t seek approval, I don’t ask for grace I’m the blueprint, darling, you’re just taking space Precision in the movement, lethal and refined A vision of the future, leaving you behind. Runway domination, total control Power in the stride, fire in the soul Angle of the jaw, shadow on the wall Watch the way I rise, watch the others fall Pose. Strike. Hold that frame. The world is the stage, and I am the name. Sissy that walk, pump it, pump it! Face, face, face... I’m the moment! Work that angle, snatch the crown Own the room, never look down! DIP! SPIN! WORK! SERVE! Give them the nerve, give them the curve! Mugler body, sculpted in gold Too hot to handle, too bold to hold! YAS! SERVE! YAS! SERVE! (Vogue house crash sound) STRIKE. THE. POSE. You see, fashion isn't just fabric... it's armor. It’s the theatre of the self. And when I think of the masters who built this temple... The French touch. The absolute legends. Gaultier... giving us the edge, the rebel heart. Saint Laurent... the eternal chic, the tuxedo dream. Givenchy... elegance as a weapon. But then... there is Him. The architect of the impossible. The man who turned women into insects, into cars, into goddesses... Manfred Thierry Mugler. His creations? A revolution. The cinched waist, the power shoulder, the otherworldly fantasy. He didn't just dress the body, he sculpted the soul. He understood that to be queer is to be a creature of your own making. Dramatic. Extreme. Divine. In a world of basics... I choose to be a Mugler dream. Runway domination, total control Power in the stride, fire in the soul Angle of the jaw, shadow on the wall Watch the way I rise, watch the others fall Pose. Strike. Hold that frame. The world is the stage, and I am the name. Sissy that walk, pump it, pump it! Face, face, face... I’m the moment! Work that angle, snatch the crown Own the room, never look down! DIP! SPIN! WORK! SERVE! Give them the nerve, give them the curve! Mugler body, sculpted in gold Too hot to handle, too bold to hold! YAS! SERVE! YAS! SERVE!