(She's an icon, she's a legend,
She is the moment, no come on now)
She's the one
She's the one
She's the one
In that archive Gaultier
Flew from Paris yesterday
Front row, runway
Here to turn the partay
She's walking, she's serving
Waist tiny, hips curving
Why would she leave with you?
Not the three, not the two
She's the one
She's the one
She's the one
She's the one
She's the one
Her taste, her face
All custom made
No duplicate
All tea, no shade
A star, no carbon copy
You're stuck dumb watching
Hate her when she hits the floor
But you must admit she tore
She's the one
She's the one
She's the -
She's the moment
She's the name on your lips
Serving looks good enough to lick
She's the one
Shoot to kill, no she never miss
She's the one
She's the one
You're in awe of her "je nais sais quoi"
If you call her a bitch
Put "That" in front it
You're in awe of her "je nais sais quoi"
If you call her a bitch
Put "That" in front it
She's the one
She's the one
She's the
She's the moment
She's the name on your lips
Serving looks good enough to lick
She's the one
Shoot to kill, no she never miss
She's the one
She's the one
She's the one