Style Style

She's got an american accent From her head to her toes If she's involved in an accident You wouldn't see her underclothes She is perfectly spotless A fact that sticks out a mile But people have got more talent But this little lady's got style Style, style See her when she's walking She's got style, style Even when she's making me say Ooooh-oo Ooooh hey hey Ooooh She was born on the wrong side Of these imaginary tracks That used to divide each other Into two convenient packs She became a survivor Always armed with a smile You've only have to look at her picture to know That this little lady's got style Style, style See her when she's talking Style, style Even when she's staying her place As an only child In a hostile world Her only chance Was to run away Yeah yeah woh Ooh She's got style, style See her when she's walking She's got style, woh, style Even when she's talking away Oh style, yeah, style I see her when she's talking She's got style, style Even when she's staying her place Oooh, way Ooh, oh, yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah