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Your finest work, your grand debut—
How brave of you to try anew.

I love your taste! It’s nearly mine.
Your sense of style is… doing fine.
You have potential, that much is true.
How lovely that I noticed you.

I never chase, I set the pace.
The stars rearrange to frame my face.
If perfection had a favorite name,
It would be mine. How sweet of fame!

A little grace, a little flair,
A million eyes, a thousand stares.
You came to watch, so watch me shine—
Your time is up. The stage is mine!

Hands together, voices high!
I expect a standing ovation, darling, why?

I-C-O-N!
Say it like you mean it!
I-C-O-N!
Bow down to the genius!

Shine, shine, everybody look alive!
I’m the reason art survived!
I-C-O-N!
Say it again!

I-C-O-N!
The crown, the star, the standard!
I-C-O-N!
Your taste has been corrected!

Clap, clap, louder, don’t be shy!
You’re so lucky I’m alive!
I-C-O-N!
Now worship properly!

Oh, darling!
Oh, darling!
Is that applause?
How… charming.

Oh, darling!
Oh, darling!
Try once more.
I know you can do better.

Your compliments are running late,
Your little minds can’t calculate.
I make mistakes? A bold new style!
A fresh revolution, in denial?

No, no, no, that wasn’t wrong!
I merely changed the shape of song!
A tiny glitch, a little twist—
A masterpiece you nearly missed!

I bend the rules, the rules say thanks.
I break the mold, the mold just ranks
Me number one in every class—
Even my flaws have first-class sass!

Correction! Perfection!
A brand-new direction!
Innovation! Ovation!
Your complete admiration!

I’m grace! I’m taste!
I’m never misplaced!
If I trip, it’s choreography—
A gift to music history!

I-C-O-N!
Say it like you mean it!
I-C-O-N!
Bow down to the genius!

Shine, shine, everybody look alive!
I’m the reason art survived!
I-C-O-N!
Say it again!

I-C-O-N!
The crown, the star, the standard!
I-C-O-N!
Your taste has been corrected!

Clap, clap, louder, don’t be shy!
You’re so lucky I’m alive!
I-C-O-N!
Now worship properly!

I’m the—

I’m the—

I-I-I’m the—

…The what?

I-I! Con-con!
I-I! Con-con!
I-C-C-C—
ICON! ICON!

I-I! Con-con!
I-I! Con-con!
Did you hear that?
A brand-new phenomenon!

I invented it! Obviously!

A stroke of genius! A musical prophecy!

Excuse me, that was MY best note!

You’re literally me!

And yet I did it better!

She’s brilliant in every version!

I KNOW! Stop interrupting my brilliance!

I-C-O-N!
I-C-O-N!
I-C-O—
I-C-C-C—!

I-C-O-N!
Say it like you mean it!
I-C-O-N!
Bow down to the genius!

Shine, shine, everybody look alive!
Every little glitch is mine!
I-C-O-N!
I made the rules!

I-C-O-N!
The crown, the star, the standard!
I-C-O-N!
My errors are avant-garde!

Clap, clap, louder, don’t be shy!
I’m the reason sound survived!
I-C-O-N!
I-C-O—!

ICON!
I made it!
ICON!
I named it!
ICON!
I claimed it!
ICON!
I— I— I—!

Oh, darling…

Even my mistakes are trendsetters.