The devil wears Prada
The theme this year is "Sinful Figures", beauty in the beast
A dialogue of diabolic dress
The glamours, the lure of ancient gothic god
Inspired our sartorial finesse
We crafted the exhibit at the fashion underworld
To set the scene for our petite soirée
So this evening, let your dark side reign supreme
And put your inner demons on display
Let the angels keep their wings, let the virgins wear their white
Saints can have their halo, you won't see them here tonight
Only sinners get seen, while goodie-goodies get nada
'Cause hell is a runway where the devil wears Prada
The devil (the devil, yeah), the devil wears Prada
The devil (the devil, yeah), the devil wears Prada
Don't let Miranda spot a single pitchfork out of place
Don't let her notice Jared Kushner's here
The second I can leave, whoa, I'm bolting out the door
But please let her invite me back next year
If I can slip away before they serve the final course
I'll only be ten minutes late for Nate
I am just one day away from fashion week
And one head call away from my goal way
Let the angels keep their wings, let the puritans stay pure
Little cherubs may be charming, you won't see them in couture
Only sinners get seen, while goodie-goodies get nada
'Cause hell is a runway where the devil wears Prada
The devil (the devil, yeah), the devil wears Prada
The devil (the devil, yeah), the devil wears Prada
Evil has never looked so divine
Or had a higher price tag
So let's get wasted on unholy wine
And go to hell in a chic snakeskin handbag
Oh, only sinners get seen, while goodie-goodies get nada
'Cause hell is a runway where the devil wears Prada
The devil (the devil, yeah), the devil wears Prada
The devil (the devil, yeah), the devil wears Prada
Now Paris is upon us, and I'll need my strongest team
And Emily's no longer on the list
Miranda, wait, you mean-, I'm sorry, no, I can't
Emily's your person, I insist
The choice is yours, but if you don't come, I'll assume
You're not ambitious here or overall
And Andrea (Andrea), tell Emily before she leaves the ball
That's all
Let the angels keep their wings, let the virgins wear their white
Nuns can have their habit, for who are you wearing tonight?
Let her do the dirty deed, you really, really oughta
'Cause hell is a runway where the devil wears Prada
Gonna get what you want, you gotta do what you gotta
'Cause hell is a runway where the devil wears Prada
The devil (the devil, yeah), the devil wears Prada
The devil (the devil, yeah), the devil wears Prada
The devil (the devil, yeah), the devil wears Prada
The devil (the devil, yeah), the devil wears Prada
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