Songtext von Devil Wears Prada

Yea, yea, yea, yea Yea, yea, yea, yea, oh The devil wears Prada And I know all about him He's always my problem And I can't live without him, yea Blazes and keeps me lit Knows how I like that shit My addiction, my problem Don't want to go on without him, yea Oh, oh Why does this torture me? No matter what I say Don't want this to ever change Oh, oh Why does this torture me? No matter what I say Don't want this to ever change The devil wears Prada Wouldn't know lookin' at her Take her home with another Cause she my homie, my lover Oh, she's everything Brings out the worse in me She's my type of trouble Never down for another Oh, oh Why does this torture me? No matter what I say Don't want this to ever change Oh, oh Why does this torture me? No matter what I say Don't want this to ever change The devil wears Prada Only designer He fuck up a comma He gettin' that dollar The devil wears Prada Only designer The devil wears Prada I thought that I told ya All he rock is that You know that, yea The devil wears Prada I thought that I told ya, yea All he rock is that You know that, yea The devil wears Prada I thought that I told ya, yea Oh, oh Why does this torture me? No matter what I say Don't want this to ever change Oh, oh Why does this torture me? No matter what I say Don't want this to ever change The devil wears Prada Only designer He fuck up a comma He gettin' that dollar The devil wears Prada Only designer The devil wears Prada I thought that I told ya