I dream of style and fashion

Cameras flashing.

People scremaing my name

I'm hungry for fame.

I'm dreaming.

Dreaming for a spot on that magazine

I wanna be the next best model at seventeen.

When you start from the bottom, you only see the top

That's why I look high, cause for me I know there is a spot.

From rags to riches, I want my story to spread

I'm dreaming.

Dreaming for a spot on that runway

I'm going to make it and I could care less what the rest say.

I dream long... I dream big

And all I really dream is this modeling gig.

So when it all comes true,

Imma smile and thank God for the blessings he brought through.

Im dreaming...



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