You watch me as I gracefully glide through the run way
You admire the way the piece of art perfectly fits in my body
You wish you could the same way bring it out.
And as I turn, and sway, and pose
You applause and sarcastically clap
You think am just a piece of hanger
Aint just a hanger
But a package of beauty
Oozing from within to the outside.
And as I run through the run way
Let it run in your mind
Am not just a hanger