Verse 1 I’m not trying to impress you I just play by my rules, nothing less. You’re not the first one who’s tested the flame — My image is confidence, that’s my name. I’m not chasing your wandering eyes, Feel the charm that I don’t disguise. You’ll recognize style at a glance — Pearls, a blazer, lipstick, elegance. And there’s one little secret I never forget — I wear it before I hit the scene, no regret. ⸻ Chorus A fragrance like silk on my skin, A sweet signature settling in. Every girl knows deep inside — She’s a diamond born to shine, The kind You could never afford. Feel it, believe… Mmm… Chanel on my skin. Feel it, believe… Mmm… Feel it, believe… Mmm… Feel it, believe… Mmm… [Rap – Male Voice] Yeah, Step in the room, I can feel you pass, High heels click, like a metronome glass. You don’t chase trends, you define that class, Little black dress with a jet-black past. Got that “who is she?” on they lips when you move, Every head turn when you slip in the room. Notes in the air when you walk right through, That Chanel talk louder than any perfume. You don’t need a crown, you don’t need a ring, You the whole stage, I’m just watching you sing. Every step, every breath got a price on it, Every man in the spot roll the dice on it. But you ain’t for sale, you don’t need that check, You the headline show, I’m just here in the back. One drop on your skin and the world goes still, You the muse, you the mood, you the whole damn thrill. [Voice] I don’t wear jewelry — I become it. Final Chorus Feel it, believe… Mmm… Feel it, believe… Mmm… Feel it, believe… Mmm… Chanel on my skin.
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