Cruella de Vil x Cruella's Closet (Mashup)

[singer A] Passion is a spark. Obsession is a fire left unattended. Cruella learned the difference And chose the burn. She does not rush. She curates. [transition] [singer B] I walked into the room in leopard skin and shades Talking 'bout Milan before I'd even said my name A magazine under one arm, espresso in my hand I looked you up and down and said: "Darling... that shirt is banned." I speak in Gucci, dream in Prada Live somewhere between Paris and Nevada The whole room stalled when I hit the street Like Fashion Week marching to my own drumbeat [transition] [singer B] I'm not just a hot blonde poison I'm a beautiful disease I'll spend my last dime on a pair of Italian jeans Everybody calls me Cruella And maybe that's because I fell in love with fashion And never came back from it Cruella! Cruella! Queen of the catwalk jungle tonight Cruella! Cruella! Everything's wrong but I wear it right [transition] [singer A] This is what happens When passion forgets mercy, When obsession learns patience. When beauty is loved More than life. The mirror never argued back. It simply watched. [transition] [singer B] I'm not just a hot blonde poison I'm the headline of my life Turning every Tuesday afternoon into Saturday night Everybody calls me Cruella And honestly they're right I conquered every runway In my head a thousand times Cruella! Cruella! Fashion's favorite hurricane Cruella! Cruella! I think you'd fall for me again [transition] [singer A] Remember her lesson well. Evil does not always chase you. Sometimes it hires help, Sips tea, And waits for the results. [transition] [singer B] The world's still spinning The trends still change But I'll be chasing beauty Like a runaway train Cruella... Cruella... Cruella...