Angel de Fiorucci

Now she says that at night she only shows up
That she only lives to go out and drink
That she doesn't want relationships, forget everyone because she won't fall again

Magazine girl, even in Kipsta sweats
Her Insta's shut down, she doesn't want to know
About more fools who insist
She deleted everyone from her list
Wherever she goes, she conquers
Nothing can hold her back

She doesn't want Gucci, or Emilio Pucci
But she parties, mixing weed with molly
She looks innocent, Fiorucci angel
No one can reach her, babe, but I think you can

She's the favorite, doesn't want attention
She's quiet
But when night falls, the girl gets her revenge
Everyone goes crazy for that little waist

No more excuses
Tomorrow we fly to the USA
From Coachella to Lollapalooza
Baby, be my muse (use)

My Russian model
Everything you wear looks good on you
With that body, babe, you’re a knockout
I want to know every freckle on your skin

She doesn't want Gucci, or Emilio Pucci
But she parties, mixing weed with molly
She looks innocent, Fiorucci angel
No one can reach her, babe, but I think you can

When she arrives, everyone knows who she is
I met her dancing one night at Bresh
With just one look, I saw the interest
She smiled, looked at the door, and I didn't even think

She doesn't need the bling-bling to be shiny
Her style's always clean-clean like Kylie
She smokes endlessly, eyes like slits
You and I together are a dream team, Justin and Hailey

Because if you dance for me when night falls
That little waist works magic
No one moves like that

She doesn't want Gucci, or Emilio Pucci
But she parties, mixing weed with molly
She looks innocent, Fiorucci angel
No one can reach her, babe, but I think you can

She doesn't want Gucci, or Emilio Pucci
But she parties, mixing weed with molly
She looks innocent, Fiorucci angel
No one can reach her, babe, but I think you can