Cruella's Closet x I Bought The Dress x Beautiful Curse (Mashup) (Mashup)

[Her] Passion is a spark. Obsession is fire left alone. Cruella learned the difference And chose the burn. She doesn't rush. She curates. [transition] [Bowie] I didn’t pay. I bought the dress Halter neck, mini, nothing left to guess Debts can wait, this body won’t If I’m going down, I’m going dressed [transition] [Her] I'm not just a hot blonde poison I'm a beautiful disease I'll spend my last dime on Italian jeans Everybody calls me Cruella And maybe that's because I fell in love with fashion And never looked back Cruella! Cruella! Queen of the catwalk jungle tonight Cruella! Cruella! Everything's wrong but I wear it right [transition] [Bowie] It’s Saturday night, I’m going out for a drink The Wall's still up, but the world feels wide Got three places calling my name And one girl in red just owned the sidewalk outside Berlin, a city of dreamers and spies Where art and trouble often collide [transition] [Her] 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 just watched. Remember her lesson well. Evil doesn't always chase you. Sometimes it hires help, Sips tea, And waits. [transition] [Bowie] But my club of choice will always be A place where the odd ones roam free A low-lit room where the bass runs wild And the mirrors catch anyone brave enough to be seen Whoa, whoa, whoa, Berlin A city that gets under your skin Whoa, whoa, whoa, take my advice Let the strange new world begin [transition] [Her] Cruella... Cruella... Cruella... [transition] [Bowie] At Dschungel, the room ran blue with smoke Projector light kept stuttering across the walls You could feel the camera before you saw it Like the whole night was waiting for someone to break the frame Then Bowie, sharp suit, slipped in. The Blonde Angel of Love cut through the doorway. No one moved. Ash hung like a bad take.