Yeah, we're talking high fashion, high stakes.
Step out the limo, the pavement is melting,
Kylie in metal, the haters are belting,
Liquid gold fabric, dripping like honey,
Looking like billions, not just 'old money'.
Timmy’s on the carpet, looking all dapper,
She’s the main character, he’s just the wrapper.
She’s going gold, gold, gold,
Story of the century told,
At the Globes where the stars align,
Kylie’s the one to truly shine.
Gold on her skin, gold in the air,
Silencing the room with a single stare.
Wonka’s got the chocolate, but she’s the golden ticket,
High-society game, and she knows how to kick it.
No more hiding in the shadows of the night,
Just a shimmering goddess in the flashbulb light.
Sorry, did someone say there were movies being honored?
I was too busy looking at the dress.
