That's Not Her Style

Some people think that she's one of those mink-coated ladies
 They say she wakes up at one
 And makes the paparazzi run till dawn
 She wines and dines with argentines and kuwaitis
 After she sips margaritas on the white house lawn
 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
 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
 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
 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
 Not that she's never done somethin' crazy or done somethin' wild
 It's just that she's better at doing whatever suits her style
 And that's not her style
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 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
 
 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
 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
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 That's not her style
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 Oh-oh-oh, that's not her style
 
 Oh, that's not my woman
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 Oh-oh-oh, It's just not her style
 Oh-oh, that's not her style