She has got those wings.
That makes her fly,  that takes her high.
She has got the enigma.
That makes her fight,  that brings out her dynamite.
She has got those tears
That vaporise like acid,  that makes her heart scream "face it".
She has got her own aroma.
That embraces her soul,  that makes her extolled.
She has got this "Girl Label".
That she hangs to her pride, that takes her upright.