Natalia Kills
Feel Myself
[Chorus]
I just wanna feel myself
I, I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just- I just wanna feel myself, yeah
I just wanna feel myself
I, I just wanna feel myself
I just wanna feel myself
I just- I just wanna feel myself yeah

[Verse 1]
Rich boy, manners
Champagne glasses
Eight ball habits
Eighteen carats
Checkbook, cash it
Poodles, lavish
Broke ass bitches, I just wanna feel myself for a minute
I wanna guy who can climb like Everest
Got etiquette, real thoroughbred
He don't gotta be the cleverest
Hips and lips and uh, intelligent!

[Pre-Chorus]
(Get out)
Telling me I dress too loud
(Get out)
Got too many shoes to count
(Get out)
Saying we should split the check
If you ain't got dime then it's time to jet