Camila Cabello - Chanel No.5
Камила Кабельо Шанель номер пять

I got Chanel No.5, he'll never survive, it's a crime, it's a crime
He watch when I whine, I know, I know it's a crime
I know what he likes, a cat eye, a black dress, it's just a reminder
I'm seein' in desire arise in his eyes, so, lucky for them

Cute girl with a sick mind
I know just how to play my cards right
Wrist, wrist, spritz, spritz, make him come alive (Ah)
Chanel No.5
If I want him, he's all mine
I know just how to fuck with his mind
Wrist, wrist, spritz, spritz, make him come alive (Ah)
Chanel No.5

Fold for me like origami
Magic and real like Murakami
Red chipped nails, I'm wabi-sabi
I'm the hеartbreaker, nobody's got me, yеt
Make you tongue tied like new shibari
Subtle and complex like umami
Up to me like omakase
I'm a wild horse and nobody's got me, yet