Lipstick Therapy

[Intro - Whisper/Chant]
Chanel Sister’s...
mirror on the wall, who hides it better?
We don’t cry — we glitter louder.
Chanel Sister’s...
we paint the pain in powder.
(One, Two, Three, Five... We are Chanel.)

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[OBRELYN — Chanel No.1 — Rap Verse]
Glass skin, black mood, mental manicure,
you said “forever” — I said “unsure.”
Heart glitchin’, pixel chic,
I’m cryin’ glitter, luxury freak.
Bags under eyes, but it’s Prada deep,
pain looks better when it’s haute and cheap.
You love my ruin, I play the part,
I sell my scars like modern art.

(yeah...)
Powdered heartbreak, overdose in gloss,
I’m fashion sick — Chanel the boss.

*— “Obrelyn, Chanel No.1, the pretty breakdown.”*

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[ARIANA — Chanel No.3 — Soft Rap / Flow Verse]
Sugar venom, satin voice,
you left me quiet, I made noise.
Moonlight tears on diamond sheets,
I dream in silk and bitter sweets.
Glossed my pain, called it couture,
I’m too divine to look unsure.
Love’s a drug, I sip it slow,
on cherry lips the poison glows.

(whispered adlib)
uh-huh, kiss me tragic,
Chanel makes magic.

*— “Ariana, Chanel No.3, the velvet venom.”*

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[ALISA — Chanel No.2 — Kpop/HipHop Verse]
Neon tears on velvet skin,
you left the light but took the sin.
I dance in ashes, silver rain,
Chanel girls don’t feel the pain.
Click flash — I disappear,
plastic smile, electric fear.
Pretty chaos, fragile bloom,
I bloom in blood, perfume and doom.

(chant)
Cha—nel, Cha—nel, can’t you tell?
We’re the curse they sell.

*— “Alisa, Chanel No.2, the neon ghost.”*

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[DORA — Chanel No.5 — Pop Hook]
Lipstick on, my mirror bleeds,
every shade hides what it needs.
Red like love, white like sin,
Chanel hearts don’t break — they spin.

(Chanel, Chanel, Chanel...)
It’s therapy in a bottle,
it’s heaven with a throttle.
(Chanel, Chanel, Chanel...)
We fake it pretty, we fake it well.

*— “Dora, Chanel No.5, the soft disaster.”*

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[Bridge - Whisper + Echo - All]
(hush...)
They said “Chanel never cries,”
but she bleeds through every line.
(you never knew, did you?)
My mascara’s just the truth in disguise.

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[FINAL CHORUS - ALL / Explosion]
Lipstick therapy, scream it pretty,
I’m not your muse, I’m the whole damn city.
Burn the roses, wear the ash,
I’m beauty, I’m wreck, I’m high-class crash.
Lipstick therapy...
We are Chanel — and we never heal.

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[Outro - Whisper/Chant]
Chanel Sister’s...
No.1, No.2, No.3, No.5 — divine design.
Chanel Sister’s...
we’re iconic, broken, and fine.