Streetlights fade to silver and gold,
Taxi cabs hum soft and low.
I’ve seen the billboards shining bold,
But baby, they don’t even come close.

Every model, every face in view,
Just another shade of déjà vu.
Then you walk in — the world breaks through,
And all I see is you.

Madison Avenue’s got nothing on you,
No designer dream could outshine what you do.
You turn every sidewalk into a runway of truth,
Yeah, Madison Avenue’s got nothing on you.

Perfume drifts through the midnight air,
But your scent stops time — I just stare.
You’ve got that grace they’re trying to sell,
But yours is real, and they can tell.

Flashbulbs fade when your smile breaks through,
Every heart just turns your hue.
No diamond sparkles half as true,
As the light that moves with you.

Madison Avenue’s got nothing on you,
No designer dream could outshine what you do.
You turn every sidewalk into a runway of truth,
Yeah, Madison Avenue’s got nothing on you.

Maybe the city built its style on a dream,
But you’re the heartbeat in the in-between.
Forget the glitter, forget the fame —
You’re the reason they invented flame.

Madison Avenue’s got nothing on you,
You’re the headline love they never knew.
Every window’s just a mirror of you —
Yeah, Madison Avenue…
Got nothing on you.

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Writer: Songsmith