Thunderfeel Reckoning
(yeah, alright)
She walks into the room with confidence and grace
Commanding every eye that dares to look her way
A portrait of power,
a classic design
Line for line,
she draws the line (uh-huh)
Gravity is losing,
she holds the room in place
An architectural wonder,
impossible to erase
That sacred curve, that heavy gold A vision made to have and
hold A work of art,
a perfect frame
Written in the halls of fame
(oh yeah)
She doesn't need to speak,
the outline says it all
A monument of beauty,
standing proud and tall
A soft contour, a heavy stride
With every movement,
full of pride
Gravity is losing,
she holds the room in place
An architectural wonder,
impossible to erase
That sacred curve, that heavy gold A vision made to have and
hold
A work of art,
a perfect frame
Written in the halls of fame
(oh yeah)
A natural grace,
a heavy breath
A spark of life,
a beautiful depth
That sacred curve, that heavy gold A vision made to have and
hold
(yeah...
baby)