Demon in Prada
Powerful raspy female voice, club banger, brass stabbs, drum, violin swell intro, pop-rock, trap, bass, beat drop, stompShShellyG3
[MY DEMON IN PRADA] --- [Intro – ] Oooooh He’s not evil… just overdressed for it. --- [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. --- [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. --- [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. --- [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. --- [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. --- [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. --- [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. --- [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. --- [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. --- [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. --- [Outro ] Run-a-way with me first. Even in death, I’ll be yours. Still sharp. Still cursed. Hell wears us well.