[Intro: Spoken]
(Miranda)
Is there some reason my coffee isn't here yet?
Has she died or something?

(Emily)
She'll be here any minute, Miranda... Oh my GOD

[Verse 1]
My parents back in Surrey used to worry for my health
They'd say 'Emily... you need to breathe, my dear
I'm slightly tightly wound
It's tough in life and love I found
But in Runway, it's the reason I'm still here

I'm finally Number 1
I'm rather proud of how I've done
Because I'm in it, every minute, all the way
Do you want to be careless?
Vacations?
Do you hate your occupation?
It's a privilege to burn out here every day

[Chrous]
How to survive at Runway
How to keep your head
Anticipate the chaos and never let it spread
How to survive at Runway, clear Miranda's bar
Emily don't let the new girl ruin you
Not when you've come so far

[Refrain]
Runway
Runway
Runway

[Spoken]
(Emily)
ABOUT BLOODY TIME

(Andrea)
Emily, I'm so sorry I-

[Verse 2]
(Emily)
Please just stop the talking
You're an hour late already
Write down everything I say
Just smile and nod

(Andrea)
But-

(Emily)
NOD
(Nigel)
Miranda needs the lookbook back from Dolce and Gabanna

(Andrea)
How do you spell Gabanna?

(Emily)
OH MY GOD
I can't begin to reason what Miranda sees in her
And now I have to train this tiny, tweedy slob

Ugh, that's eight assistants gone
And if the latest can't hold on
I'll bloody- Love my job
I love my job
I love my job
I love my job

[Chorus]
How to survive at Runway
How to find your feet
Eat, sleep and breathe the job
Except don't sleep or eat

How to survive at Runway which again
You haven't read
She'll skin me alive
If you don't survive
And then we'll both be dead
[Refrain]
At Runway
Runway
Runway

[Verse 3]
Though the odds are non-existent
If you do survive you'll learn
The rewards make every sacrifice feel small
Now I'm the first assistant
Which I worked for years to earn
So at last I get the best of all this for

[Modulation/Middle Eight]
Paris
Paris
I finally get to go to Paris
My seat is by Miranda's side at Paris Fashion Week

Shows, Clothes
[?]
Paris
I'll be the perfect me in Paris
As I float in Coach couture from head to feet
The views, The shoes
Nothing tastes as good as Paris
Is going to feel

[Spoken]
(Emily)
Answer the phone

(Andrea)
Me?

(Emily)
No, my talking poodle. YES YOU!

(Andrea)
Mrs Priestly's office, sorry Miranda's office
I'm sorry who's calling?
Donna Taylor?

(Emily)
Oh my god
Miranda, I have Donatella for you

[Chorus]
Barely alive at Runway
But we must make it through
If you screw Paris up for me
I will murder you
You finally work at Runway
So as soon as you arrive
You better commit the life you live
Cause' that's how you survive

[Refrain]
Runway
Runway babe
Runway yeah, yeah

Runway
Runway
Runway yeah, yeah