Demon in Prada

Powerful raspy female voice, club banger, brass stabbs, drum, violin swell intro, pop-rock, trap, bass, beat drop, stomp

[MY DEMON IN PRADA]
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[Intro – ]
Oooooh
He’s not evil… just overdressed for it.
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[Verse 1 ]
He walks in like sin in silk,
Eyes like venom, voice like milk.
Red on red, he calls it flair,
But even heaven wouldn’t dare.
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[Pre-Chorus – bass builds, layered]
Sin in a suit, too hot to handle,
He lights my fire, I hold the candle.
Temptation’s price? I’ll pay the fee,
‘Cause the devil looks better when he’s tailored for me.
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[Chorus ]
My demon in Prada, dressed to possess,
Gift-wrapped for me—it’s him or it’s nada.
(Oooh, why him?) I wear lust like a stitched-in curse,
(Oooh, why him?) He’s tailored sin, and I’m all in.
Still my demon in a billionaire skin.
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[Post-Chorus – trap, bass drop]
He walks like sin, talks like wine,
Every word laced with designer crime.
Played my cards right, I’m all in—
With my devil in billionaire skin.
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[Verse 2 ]
They prayed for our downfall, sweet and slow—
But my wrath already tied the bow.
They wanna hate us? That’s cute, go choke.
They’re spinning our story like a DJ on coke.
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[Pre-Chorus ]
Sin in a suit, too hot to handle,
He lights my fire, I hold the candle.
Temptation’s price? I’ll pay the fee,
‘Cause the devil looks better when he’s tailored for me.
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[Chorus ]
My demon in Prada, dressed to possess,
Gift-wrapped for me—it’s him or it’s nada.
(Oooh, why him?) I wear lust like a stitched-in curse,
(Oooh, why him?) He’s tailored sin, and I’m all in.
Still my demon in a billionaire skin.
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[Post-Chorus ]
He walks like sin, talks like wine,
Every word laced with designer crime.
Played my cards right, I’m all in—
With my devil in billionaire skin.
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[Bridge ]
I do…
To every breakdown I’ll barely survive.
I do…
To the whiplash highs and the cyanide dives.
I do…
To the trauma you wrapped like a gift..
I do.
A necklace of thorns—I still wear it, stiff.
I do.
Not even death can tear this spell.
I do…
Even in hell.
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[Final Chorus]
My demon in Prada, dressed to possess,
Gift-wrapped for me—it’s him or it’s nada.
(Oooh, why him?) I wear lust like a stitched-in curse,
(Oooh, why him?) He’s tailored sin, and I’m all in.
Still my demon in a billionaire skin.
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[Outro ]
Run-a-way with me first.
Even in death, I’ll be yours.
Still sharp. Still cursed.
Hell wears us well.