Always surrounded by mannequins
Always surrounded by mannequins, eh

Always surrounded by mannequins
I hit the mark with my chatter
And they will leave in the morning
I won't lie to you
You are only dressed in Balmain
Protected species in a handbag
The world is mine like Tony the Cuban
I won't run away

I have no place for you in my heart
I will never measure up
I have a life too painful for you
My ship will cross through fear
Three hundred forty on the counter
I have a life too dangerous for you

I won't lie to you
I have spilled liters of blood and liters of mascara
If you think I belong to you, you can leave
Our story was just a strike, don't make it a saga
You warm hearts, I make them cold
I have the hatred of an orphan, the hunger of a 7araga
If you knew how these haters wish me the worst
I no longer count the bills like a wholesaler from Malaga
Ah, ah-ah

Independent woman, she is proud
Life is hard, Paris is not cheap
She shows her ass and her feet, for sure
Given her number of followers
Treat her like you want her
Not like you have her
She tells me, "why do you have all these bottles
So much money, you never smile?"

I have no place for you in my heart
I will never measure up
I have a life too painful for you
My ship will cross through fear
Three hundred forty on the counter
I have a life too dangerous for you

I won't lie to you
I have spilled liters of blood and liters of mascara
If you think I belong to you, you can leave
Our story was just a strike, don't make it a saga
You warm hearts, I make them cold
I have the hatred of an orphan, the hunger of a 7araga
If you knew how these haters wish me the worst
I no longer count the bills like a wholesaler from Malaga
Ah, ah-ah

So beautiful and so vicious, too dangerous for me
Never marry her, you will suffer for life
The road is so winding, her curves never end
She doesn't need to talk to me, her look will suffice

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