[Verse 1] 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 [Pre-Chorus] You tried to save me You tried to run But I had twenty handbags And you only had one [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] I watched that movie thirty times Maybe forty-two Started talking to the mirror Like Cruella used to do "More drama!" "More glitter!" "More danger!" "More style!" I'd redesign the curtains Every second mile One day the couch was zebra Next day black and white Then I painted half the kitchen At three o'clock at night [Pre-Chorus] The neighbors thought I'd lost my mind But fashion crimes Are hard to define [Chorus] I'm not just a hot blonde poison I'm a beautiful disease I'll trade a month of groceries for designer accessories Everybody calls me Cruella And I wear the name with pride A little bit of madness And a limousine-sized smile Cruella! Cruella! Queen of the catwalk jungle tonight Cruella! Cruella! Everything's wrong but I wear it right [Bridge] No treasure chest No pirate gold No diamond ring Could ever hold The sparkle in my crazy eyes When I find another pair Of shoes I absolutely don't need But somehow have to wear [Final Chorus] 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 [Outro] The world's still spinning The trends still change But I'll be chasing beauty Like a runaway train And somewhere there's a magazine With my picture inside Smiling like I own the moon And the entire fashion sky Cruella... Cruella... Cruella...
