Heterocromía

What kind of cats are those wearing Loro Piana?
What kind of cats are those who only play golf?
What kind of cats are those who drink Aperol?
Naturally, The Aristocats

What cynicism
To judge me like that when everything you used to say was just a reflection of yourself
You were a setback
You'll know what real love is the day your heart breaks into a thousand pieces

What bothers you, affects you, because it's real and true
You sent my clothes back in garbage bags because you're trash
So much suffering made me grow a heart of steel
And I started my life over from zero

What irony, you fooled me with your heterochromia
Two people, one same appearance
So full of yourself and with such an empty head
What an old-fashioned philosophy

You fooled me with your heterochromia
Two people, one same appearance
So full of yourself and with such an empty head
You sold me a fucking fantasy

We just played golf, drinking your Aperol
Chasing approval, dressed in Loro Piana
I don't love you anymore, though I used to trust you
Even though you never had much style

It's not V for Vendetta, it's B for Belinda
Mention design, and life will trip you up
I've become more of a diva since you walked away
You attacked the queen so much, I gave you checkmate
You're always stalking, and the algorithm knows

What would you be without your GHB?
You'd be one hell of an idiot
You think you're all that, but I can read your ego easily
But a Scorpio will never beat a Leo

What irony, you fooled me with your heterochromia
Two people, one same appearance
So full of yourself and with such an empty head
What an old-fashioned philosophy

You fooled me with your heterochromia
Two people, one same appearance
So full of yourself and with such an empty head
You sold me a fucking fantasy

I still remember when you told your family
That you were into inclusion with me (what?)
The more I think, the more I laugh
You pretend to be rich
But that classism is rustier than a suit of armor from the 16th century
From the 16th century, hey

Thank God I never met my ex-mother-in-law
If she found out I'm not from a noble family, she'd lose her mind
I want to live my life my own way
And they can say whatever they want

You're an heir, they call you clever
If only they knew that in reality, you're not interesting at all
You're an heir, they call you clever
But I sit my big ass right down in your palace

What irony, you fooled me with your heterochromia
Two people, one same appearance
So full of yourself and with such an empty head
What an old-fashioned philosophy

You fooled me with your heterochromia
Two people, one same appearance
So full of yourself and with such an empty head
You sold me a fucking fantasy

After this song
You're gonna want your eyes to be the same color
Loser