Feel Myself

Unofficial Cover Art

**"Feel Myself"** is an unreleased song by Natalia Kills. It was originally intended to be featured on her sophomore studio album, *Trouble*.

## Lyrics

**[Intro]**

Come on, everyone on the dance floor

What we're gonna do is we're gonna play the music

And you're gonna dance

When the music stops, you've got to freeze

Anybody here moves when the music stops

You're out (You're out...)

**[Chorus]**

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just, I just wanna feel myself, yeah

I just wanna feel myself, ah

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

8 ball habits

18 carats

Checkbook, cash it

Poodles, lavish

[?]

Bitches, I just wanna feel myself for a minute

**[Verse 2]**

I want a guy I can climb like Everest

Got etiquette, real thoroughbred

He don't gotta be the cleverest

Tips 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, 'cause

**[Chorus]**

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just, I just wanna feel myself, yeah

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just, I just wanna feel myself, yeah (Ha, ha, ha)

**[Verse 3]**

First class, fancy

Monogram, matching

Suit up, got a crew cut

Light the room up, Gatsby

I want a guy with rich boy standards

(Hamptons, handsome, want it, had it)

Pick me up at 8 with 18 flowers

Bulgari box back home at the manor

Love me more than your 8 ball habit

Foreclose the pussy when you close that bar

(Penthouse, pavement, poor girl, panic)

**[Interlude]**

Ah, what do you mean there's no more diamonds?

**[Pre-Chorus]**

Love me more than your 8 ball habit (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, 'cause

**[Chorus]**

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just, I just wanna feel myself, yeah

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just, I just wanna feel myself, yeah

**[Bridge]**

Okay, this is the bit where I talk about myself, right?

So, after my daddy had got, um...

You know, lost everything and got locked up for a while

I was 14, and I decided, you know, I was gonna leave home and be a...

A somebody, or whatever

And, um, like numerous failed attempts

Bad T.V. shows, bad record deal, bad everything

And I had moved to Hollywood to be a big star and ended up living in these motels

On Sunset Boulevard, you know, $30 a night, really run down

And I would go to these clothing stores at the weekends and try on these beautiful clothes

Things I couldn't ever afford

Practicing for when I was gonna be rich

You know, bad boyfriend, no money, no life

And suddenly it hit me

What the fuck am I doing with my life?

**[Chorus]**

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just, I just wanna feel myself, yeah

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just, I just wanna feel myself, yeah

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just, I just wanna feel myself, yeah

I just wanna feel myself, ah

I just wanna feel myself

I just wanna feel myself

I just, I just wanna feel myself, yeah