That's Not Her Style

[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

Some people think that she's one of those mink-coated ladies

They say she wakes up at one, makes the paparazzi run till dawn

Wines and dines with Argentines and Kuwaitis

After she sips margaritas on the White House lawn

[Chorus]

That's not her style

I can tell you that ain't my woman

It's just not her style

I can tell you, because I'm her man

[Verse 2]

The papers say she was seen in L.A. with a stranger

She found a perfect body with a Maserati right outside

And then she chartered a Lear when she heard her career was in danger

And gave the pilot somethin' extra for a perfect ride

[Chorus]

That's not her style

I can tell you that ain't my woman

That's not her style

I can tell you, because I'm her man

That's not her style

I can tell you that ain't my woman

You know it's not her style

I can tell you, because I'm her man

[Bridge]

It's not that she's never done something crazy, done something wild

It's just that she's better at doing whatever suits her style

And that's not her style, no, no, no, no, no

[Verse 3]

I've read where it's said that she sleeps in a bed made of satin

She's had her face done in every place you can try

They say she gets a piece of every lease in Manhattan

And says she's thirty when she's really pushing forty-five

[Chorus]

That's not her style

I can tell you that ain't my woman

It's just not her style

I can tell you, 'cause I'm her man

That's not her style

I can tell you that ain't my woman

It's just not her style

I can tell you, 'cause I'm her man

That's not her style

Woah, that's not her style

Woah, that's not my woman

Hey, yeah

That's not her style