[Verse 1] I look in the mirror, I meet a man, Love this body, but I bend it to my own plan. With a touch of the Madonna flair, movements so fine, I don't bow to your old-school masculine line. [Chorus] I've mastered the art of being woman or man, My soul catches fire when I play the grand dame. If I feel universal, that's natural and true, We come from one world, not your rigid view. [Verse 2] Your boxes are narrow, that’s why you fail. Rules blur and crumble, systems fall. Your assigned little roles—maids, clichés, that old act, I reject your rules — I star in my own pact. [Chorus] I've mastered the art of being woman or man, My soul catches fire when I play the grand dame. I don't follow, and I simply ignore your codes, Everything’s shifting, from pole to pole. [Bridge] Hip hop, modern jazz, break dance, classics, But let us dance! Your rules are drastic, Your culture's anti, codes leave a mark Orders raze lives, a ruthless spark. [ instrumental] (Vogue ! Vogue!) [Chorus – Final] I've mastered the art of being woman or man, My soul catches fire when I play the grand dame. No real roles, no rigid control, We are beings of one natural soul, [Outro] Sing! Shout! Strike! Open every gate! Feel free, fierce, don’t hesitate. We know their game, we've seen this all before, The silly little world of men is built…on war Ah ah ah
