In my museum-worthy heels I stroll through Milan
I wear European brands I don't even know how to pronounce
We strut, all my besties are models
Brands fight over me, they all want to dress me custom-made
My closet is Fifth Avenue
Living in my dressing room
Everywhere I step is my runway, I'm Emilia Hadid
The devil who wears fashion
The one who steals the flashes
Wherever they see her, they say 'damn'
Espresso martini, Fashion Week in Milan
I got these expensive clothes with my face card
A flash, I look and pose, the street is my runway
Magazine-worthy, a national export
Wow, I go out in heels but in underwear
You've never seen a femme fatale
The devil who wears fashion
The one who steals the flashes
Wherever they see her, they say 'damn'
Wearing Versace, now Donatella dresses me
Today I asked her to make me a dress with little fabric
Whatever I wear, it only looks good on me
Blu-Blumarine and Westwood, I'm wearing three crosses
Sporty but fashion, from the plane to the hotel
They haven't created an accessory that doesn't look good on me
When I change my mood, I change my style too
The one who made basic look classy
The devil who wears fashion
The one who steals the flashes
Wherever they see her, they say
The devil who wears fashion
The one who steals the flashes
Wherever they see her, they say 'damn'