Vanilla Girl lyrics

Vanilla (aah)
Girl

Breakfast at Tiffany’s in New York
Blonde hair gleaming, never dark
Sun rays in a blue-painted sky
Creamy clothes, elegance on high

She’s a Vanilla Girl
Her scent, like a swirl
Essie nails, glossy lips
Craving her vanilla grips

Sun-kissed hips, Victoria’s mist
Living carefree, bliss on her list
Good vibes only, she’s serene
Perfume, bows, and coffee routine

She’s a Vanilla Girl
Her scent, like a swirl
Essie nails, glossy lips
Craving her vanilla grips

Heaven-sent, pure as shell
A real Coco Mademoiselle
In her vanilla cottage sweet
Oooh-ooh, feels complete
She’s a Vanilla Girl
Her scent, like a swirl
Essie nails, glossy lips
Craving her vanilla grips

Loves Sundays, adores Dior
Pink champagne, wants no more
Eyes like pearls, a precious whirl
Forever, Vanilla Girl