The Playmore - Fat in Milan Lyrics

If you get fat in Milan I will tear my hair
All of the clothes "made in bangladesh" are sewed by some kids here around
And if you're dress is parfait I will blow my head
Look at your shoes, just a "Chinese" fake
I really can take this babe, you're the hottest spot in the world

I won't let you go, a social status certified means a brand new shirt
No, I won't let you go

If you get fat in Milan I will kill myself
All those things that you do and I don't care
And if your dress is parfait I hijack a plane
You think it's cool but you know what? It's a shame!
But I want you to know

That I won't let you go, a social status certified means a brand new shirt
No, I will not let you go
No I won't let you go, another queen without a king is a bad dream
No, I will not let you go