DIY Queen [extended]

(Verse 1) She’s a DIY Queen, the ruler of her scene, Building dreams in her garage, canvas large and unseen. From thrift store threads to bed frames made of lead, She's upcycling treasures, breathing life into what's dead. Tool belt strapped, in her hands a magic map, From sketches to creations, no gap in her trap. Stitches on fabric, the colors eclectic, Her hands speak stories, her art’s authentic. (Chorus) DIY Queen, in her realm supreme, Crafting beauty from the scraps, in her world of steam. Watch her paint and saw, bending all the laws, Queen of her castle, applause to her cause. (Verse 2) Mixing paint, like she’s stirring fate, Canvases turn to gateways, her brush dictates. Reclaimed wood, misunderstood, She turns it all good, just like she said she would. Patch up, dress up, make up her philosophy, Vintage vibes on modern lives, crafting her anthology. Leather, feathers, beads in her weather, Each piece a letter of her soul's endeavor. (Chorus) DIY Queen, in her realm supreme, Crafting beauty from the scraps, in her world of steam. Watch her paint and saw, bending all the laws, Queen of her castle, applause to her cause. Underneath the moon, she's a silhouette in tune, Weaving wonders out of nothing, midnight’s opportune. From the old she makes new, from the few she makes view, In her kingdom of renewal, every truth she pursues. (Verse 3) From pallets to portraits, her hands orchestrate, An empire of art, each piece a debate. Screws and yarn, her charm's in her calm, Turning chaos to calm with a wave of her palm. Every nail a note, every cut a quote, In her book of brilliance, every idea she'll tote. A Queen with no crown, but her renown’s profound, In the world of the make, she’s the talk of the town. (Chorus) DIY Queen, in her realm supreme, Crafting beauty from the scraps, in her world of steam. Watch her paint and saw, bending all the laws, Queen of her castle, applause to her cause. (Outro) So here’s to the Queen, with her hands all clean, From the sawdust and paint, to the places she's been. In her DIY world, every flag unfurled, She’s the maker, the creator, the girl who swirled Dreams into reality, a singular mentality, The DIY Queen, forever in her gallery. DIY Queen, in her realm supreme, Crafting beauty from the scraps, in her world of steam. Watch her paint and saw, bending all the laws, Queen of her castle, applause to her cause. (Outro) So here’s to the Queen, with her hands all clean, From the sawdust and paint, to the places she's been. In her DIY world, every flag unfurled, She’s the maker, the creator, the girl who swirled Dreams into reality, a singular mentality, The DIY Queen, forever in her gallery.