I promised her to go see the Mona Lisa
Yep, she has a pair of Valentino
The rhyme is easy, her name is Valentina
My phone rang, she checked the number
She asked, "Who's that girl?"
I replied, "Just another one"
She turned her gaze, she laughed bitterly
Being in love doesn't suit her
Like Hillary with the Bloods
Is spread out in the room
Is spread out in the room
She heats up the salad at the bottom of the bowl
She appreciates her guy's love
She fell for my hardcore side
She snorts powder with class, she's Parisian
Coolly, she asked if I loved her
I said no, not around here, huh
Even though it's true that we're doing well in Paris six
She pulled out a stack of magazines
Sometimes she wears a sweater
On her photos, a black Hermès logo
What the hell am I doing here
To show her off to my guys, fuck Instagram
She whispers, "Stay a little longer, as usual"
Now, I won't play the host
She dances, she dances, and I become the director
She has the melody on repeat, she wants to steal my Walkman
She said, "Don't look at me"
She has a moment of absence
Her antidepressant makes love to her