Victoria Secret

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Victoria Secret lyrics

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Intro

Setai window, eleven forty-seven Curtains slow, the city wide open Victoria, Victoria Lock the door, leave the secret unspoken

Verse 1

Forty-two hundred a night for a view she already own She drew the bath at eleven, she ain't picking up the phone Red lace on the velvet, black silk on the floor She chose the one that fit better when nobody at the door Strap mark on the collarbone, evidence of a man She traced it slower with her own hand Bottle of the amber on the marble, half a glass alone Toast to the bath, toast to the dial tone Brickell wind through the screen, salt and gasoline She her own jewelry, she her own routine Heels by the door pointed inward, not for leaving That's a woman who decided what the night was meaning

Pre-chorus

Mirror, mirror, who the truth tonight? Not the boy who left the keys in the kitchen light Lock on the door, lock on the hip The only audience she keep is the kiss on her lip

Chorus

Victoria, Victoria, Secret The lace ain't the line, the lock is the secret Victoria, Victoria, keep it The room is the runway, the silence is the beat She walk on the marble like the marble was built for her She owe her own body, no signature, no slur Victoria, Victoria, Secret The lace ain't the line, the lock is the secret

Verse 2

Two A M, she ain't tired, she elevated Walk-in closet like a chapel, every hanger consecrated Silk on the silk, satin on the spine She kept her own number off her own line Every label on the rack she sign her own receipt Every zipper on the dress she pull it slow and neat He used to call her trophy, she ain't on a shelf She a vault with a combination only known to herself Champagne off the nightstand, lukewarm and proud She her own ceremony, no veil, no crowd Lipstick on the rim like a signature she leave On a glass she only fill for the woman in the sleeve

Pre-chorus

Mirror, mirror, who the truth tonight? Not the man who left a ring in a Plantation light Lock on the door, lock on the hip The only audience she keep is the kiss on her lip

Chorus

Bridge

Twenty-three and the only key she carry is the one she made Twenty-three and the only ring she wear is the one she paid Voicemail running while the steam fog the marble wall "I'm not coming back for the dress, the dress ain't even mine" She laughed in the mirror and the mirror laughed back The secret ain't the lace The secret ain't the lace The secret is the lock And only she got the combination Only her, only her, only her

Chorus

Outro

Eleven forty-seven, mirror set on private The only secret left Is the one she write

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