Lyric

Lights flash bright on the boulevard

Shadows stretch long like a calling card

Heels click sharp like a metronome

Every step feels like I’m marching home

Velvet ropes and mirrors gleam

Chasing a wild designer dream

Runway fever it's in the air

Glitter and glamour everywhere

Strut so bold like you just don’t care

Runway fever we’re almost there

Neon signs hum like a private tune

Perfume trails linger under the moon

Fabrics whisper stories untold

Threads of silver stitched with gold

Lenses snap and moments freeze

Draped in magic stitched with ease

Runway fever it's in the air

Glitter and glamour everywhere

Strut so bold like you just don’t care

Runway fever we’re almost there