Verse 1)

Lipstick in the same tone, neon in the pupils,

She walks in as if it were her throne.

Aesthetic is her armor,

She doesn’t need your fuss.

A cold gaze, a key in her pocket,

She’s a ray amidst the gray everyday,

But this ray isn’t for love,

Just catch her rules.

(Primpem)

She dances, looking at the floor,

This whole bar is her throne.

She is the ego, she is the law,

The phone rings from the screen,

But it’s been locked for a long time,

She doesn’t care about this drama.

(Chorus)

Aesthetics is her game,