Fashion - Tranda

Fata mea e fashion

Super, super fashion

Tot ce vede şi visează este numai fashion

Moda, moda, moda, despre asta este vorba

Milan, Paris sau Londra…

Zic sex-appeal

Şi-aici mă refer la fete cu stil

Zic «stai puţin!»

Nu forţa blugii dacă nu-ţi vin

Pentru fete slim, ceva fin, gen McQueen

Arată-mi ce nu ştiu

Fă-mă să vreau să tot revin

Vegetariană de fel

Colanţii Gucci nu pică la fel

Breton beton, ochelarii sunt treaba

Poate Cazal sau Balenciaga

Toate fufele vor F TV

Şi tratament de Saint-Tropez

Fata mea, ce şifonier ai

Hai să-ţi zic ce nu ştiai

Hainele vin bine, nu ştiu câte firme

Dar îţi stă mai bine…

Când nu le ai pe tine

Fata mea e fashion

Super, super fashion

Tot ce vede şi visează este numai fashion

Moda, moda, moda, despre asta este vorba

Milan, Paris sau Londra…

Zic stil şi clasă

Fata mea, în club, mai pică sub masă

Zic ce urmează

Încă o linie şi pe urmă dansează

Pentru mine e clar, face tot ce-i necesar

Fiind că tot ce ne leagă, de fapt, nu costă niciun ban

Independentă de fel

Se dă cu mine în loc de Chanel

Zice de Kenzo, de Mango şi Prada

Ca şi cum de asta-i pasă lui Tranda

Louboutin şi Dsquared2

Cinci perechi de Jimmy Choo

Fata mea, ce şifonier ai

Hai să-ţi zic ce nu ştiai

Hainele vin bine, nu ştiu câte firme

Dar îţi stă mai bine…

Când nu le ai pe tine

Fata mea e fashion

Super, super fashion

Tot ce vede şi visează este numai fashion

Moda, moda, moda, despre asta este vorba

Milan, Paris sau Londra…

Hainele vin bine, nu ştiu câte firme

Dar îţi stă mai bine…

Când nu le ai pe tine

Fata mea e fashion

Super, super fashion

Tot ce vede şi visează este numai fashion

Moda, moda, moda, despre asta este vorba

Milan, Paris sau Londra…

My girl is fashionable

Super, super fashion

All he sees and dreams of is fashion

Fashion, fashion, fashion, that's what it's all about

Milan, Paris or London

I say sex appeal

And here I mean stylish girls

I say, "Wait a minute!"

Don't force your jeans if they don't fit

For slim girls, something fine, like McQueen

Show me what I don't know

Make me want to keep coming back

Vegetarian kind

Gucci tights don't fall the same way

Concrete bangs, glasses are the thing

Maybe Cazal or Balenciaga

All the bullshit will be F TV

And Saint-Tropez treatment

My daughter, what a closet you have

Let me tell you what you didn't know

Clothes come in handy, I don't know how many companies

But you feel better

When you don't have them

My girl is fashionable

Super, super fashion

All he sees and dreams of is fashion

Fashion, fashion, fashion, that's what it's all about

Milan, Paris or London

I say style and class

My daughter, in the club, still falls under the table

I say what's next

One more line and then dance

It's clear to me, do whatever it takes

Because everything that binds us, in fact, costs no money

Independent of sorts

He's with me instead of Chanel

He's talking about Kenzo, Mango and Prada

As if that's what Tranda cares about

Louboutin and Dsquared2

Five pairs of Jimmy Choo

My daughter, what a closet you have

Let me tell you what you didn't know

Clothes come in handy, I don't know how many companies

But you feel better

When you don't have them

My girl is fashionable

Super, super fashion

All he sees and dreams of is fashion

Fashion, fashion, fashion, that's what it's all about

Milan, Paris or London

Clothes come in handy, I don't know how many companies

But you feel better

When you don't have them

My girl is fashionable

Super, super fashion

All he sees and dreams of is fashion

Fashion, fashion, fashion, that's what it's all about

Milan, Paris or London