| In the dressing room getting ready to go Mascara, lipstick, powder on my nose
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| Touch up my hair, curled and sprayed
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| In the mirror I see that look on your face (High fashion)
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| I-I-I-I (Do I make you nervous) — I-I-I-I (Jealous)
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| Meet me at the catwalk (jealousy is my fuel)
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| At the catwalk (you won’t see me lose my cool)
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| Lights on, cameras, looks on me, I make the front page of every magazine
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| V-O-G-U-E, my leg mak’em go crazy, meet me at the catwalk (V-O-G-U-E,)
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| Slip in my dress, zip it tight
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| Ready to get out there, ready to fight
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| Secret whispers behind my back
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| But it doesn’t hurt, it only makes me laugh, 'cause (High fashion)
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| I-I-I-I (Know I make yoo nervous) (High fashion) — I-I-I-I (Jealous)
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| I feel the beat of my heart, I’m ready for the show to start
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| The music is loud, i can see the crowd
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| Only VIP’s around, everywhere the stakes are high
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| Dollar signs in their eyes, they came to choose, now here’s my cue
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| The moment of truth
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| .(V-O-G-U-E, you know me,)… I make’em go crazy |