The devil no longer dresses in Prada (oh-oh-oh)
The devil no longer dresses in Prada (oh-oh-oh)
The devil no longer dresses in Prada (oh-oh-oh)
The devil no longer dresses in Prada

I would like to hear you sing with me
Everyone, with us

Sir (to you)
(Before my fall I was really rich and happy)
I was the greatest advisor to men even in high places
My services were called upon to take from the unfortunate
Everyman signed with me with their eyes closed
On earth sin is a lucrative business
I made my numbers by selling desire and fire
Yes, the misfortune of some makes the happiness of the most corrupt
I offered power to the most generous wallet

But times have changed (to you) (but times have changed)
Men no longer need me
Yes, times have changed (times have changed)
I've lost everything since men do much worse than me

The devil no longer dresses in Prada (oh-oh-oh)
The devil no longer dresses in Prada (oh-oh-oh)
Men have picked his pockets
Took his wife and his kids
He no longer has a grip on the globe
I want to see the stadium jump
No, the devil no longer dresses in Prada (oh-oh-oh)
The devil no longer dresses in Prada (oh-oh-oh)
Men have picked his pockets
Took his wife and his kids
He no longer has a grip on the globe
Since they took his job from him

Sir, the men of today have surpassed all my wishes
Some exercise their murderous madness in the name of God
Oil is a legitimate reason to set (fire)
Some countries are shrinking but let's remain silent
Despite its wealth, Africa always has a hollow
TV stole the education of their snot-nosed kids
The internet burns neurons much more than (weed)
Hell is no longer at my place but indeed at yours, sir

But times have changed (to you) (but times have changed)
Men no longer need me
Yes, times have changed (times have changed)
I've lost everything since men do much worse than me

The devil no longer dresses in Prada (oh-oh-oh)
The devil no longer dresses in Prada (oh-oh-oh)
Men have picked his pockets
Took his wife and his kids
I want to see everyone with their hands in the air
And with me, we jump
No, the devil no longer dresses in Prada (oh-oh-oh)
The devil no longer dresses in Prada (oh-oh-oh)
Men have picked his pockets
Took his wife and his kids
He no longer has a grip on the globe
Since they took his job from him

To you, yes the student (has surpassed his master)
Yes the student (has surpassed his master)
Yes, hell is much bigger on earth
Since men do worse than Lucifer
Yes the student (has surpassed his master)
Yes the student (has surpassed his master)
Yes, hell is much bigger on earth
Since men do worse than Lucifer

We jump
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)

Even louder than that Marseille
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)

Sing

Hoping that good will return
Hoping that good will return
Hoping that good will return
At least for our little grandchildren

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