Introduction They don't walk through the night… the night itself bows at their feet. Verse 1 She arrives dressed in black, imported perfume, fur on her shoulders, green eyes in the room. Behind the tinted glass, the city turns gray, Jardins and Augusta disappear. In the hotel lobby, all voices fall silent, gold on her wrist, ice in her eyes. She never seeks fame or applause, fame crawls behind her claws. Pre-Chorus They know the game, they play without fear, through flashes, money, desire and tears. Three crowns shining in the urban twilight, three princesses of lust dominating the environment. Chorus Three princesses of lust, queens of high society, fashion, status, dreams of luxury. They reign with diamonds, they reign with their gaze, you pay to see what you'll never buy. Three princesses of lust, dressed in gold, hearts of champagne, but their touch is cold. In the world of desire, they are the law, queens of the night with velvet claws. Verse 2 One comes from Paulista, one from Jardins, the third smiles as if she knows how it all ends. Tailor-made dress, French heels on stone, the capital trembles beneath her throne. Radio ghosts in a black sedan, smoke in the air from a rich man's hand. In the world of fashion, they are the flame, in the world of luxury, everyone knows their names. It's not just beauty, it's a deadly art, every movement is a stab in the heart. They know the price, they know the result, they never again confuse desire with love. Pre-Chorus They know the game, they play without fear, through lanterns, money, desire, and tears. Three crowns shining in the urban twilight, three princesses of lust dominating the scene. Chorus Three princesses of lust, queens of high society, fashion, status, dreams of luxury. They rule with diamonds, they rule with their gaze, you pay to see what you'll never buy. Three princesses of lust, dressed in gold, hearts of champagne, but their touch is cold. In the world of desire, they are the law, queens of the night with velvet claws. Bridge They belong to no man, they bow to no throne, living alone above the city. The night knows their names, the streets obey, envy their knees when they walk away. They dance with danger, drink with power, disappear like smoke at the final hour. Three forbidden names in the mouth of fame, three silken shadows burning shamelessly. Final Chorus: Three princesses of lust, queens of high society, fashion, status, dreams of luxury. They rule with diamonds, rule with their gaze, you pay to see what you will never buy. Three princesses of lust, masters of the game, diamond gaze and a dangerous name. In the world of luxury, no one stands out, they are sin disguised as love. Another: São Paulo in the rain. Neon and smoke. Three crowns in the night. Three princesses of lust. And the whole world watching.
