That's Not Her Style
Some people think that she's one of those mink-coated ladiesThey say she wakes up at oneAnd makes the paprazzi run till dawnShe wines and dines with Argentines and KuwaitisAfter she sips margaritas on the White House lawn
That's not her style, I can tell youThat ain't my womanIt's just not her style, I can tell youBecause I'm her man
The papers say she was seen in L.A. with a strangerShe found a perfect body with a Maserati right outsideAnd then she chartered a LearWhen she heard her career was in dangerAnd gave the pilot something extra for a perfect ride
That's not her style, I can tell youThat ain't my womanThat's not her style, I can tell youBecause I'm her man
That's not her style, I can tell youThat ain't my womanIt's just not her style, I can tell youBecause I'm her man
Not that she's never done something crazy or done something wildIt's just that she's better at doing whatever suits her styleAnd that's not her style
I've read where it's said that she sleeps in a bed made of satinShe's had her face done in every place you can tryThey say she gets a piece of every lease in ManhattanAnd says she's thirty when she's really pushing forty-five
That's not her style, I can tell youThat ain't my womanIt's just not her style, I can tell youBecause I'm her man
That's not her style, I can tell youThat ain't my womanIt's just not her style, I can tell youBecause I'm her man