She spins the music that sets the beat of my heart.
She dances ‘cross airwaves. She is poetry, she is art.
Stompy Beats or Vibes so Chill; winged eyeliner and lips of black.
Latex or leather, she holds the whips that crack.
Wumpscut, Aesthetic Perfection, Boy Harsher, Collide
Lost in her trance, the whole club catches her vibe.
With a smile and a nod, she can soften anyone’s resolve.
Dancing with her makes the world dissolve.
Looks, style, grace, flair — the Queen of DJs with a royal air.