With grace I breathe in the air,
As if I’m a royal heir.
I look stunning, hope you will stare.
Though I’m arrogant, I still hope you care.

I’m arrogant through talent,
No reason I should be humble and silent.
Let my voice range like a bell tower,
I’m sweet a tad sour,
God has given me gifts with each shower.

Words expel from me like beads of sweat
Confidence galore, my ship nowhere near shore.
My heads are in the clouds, it’s the only place
That it can fit in peace.
In the clouds so long I had to get a lease.
I’m arrogant through talent.

 Sorry, who are you again?