Karaoké That's Not Her Style Billy Joel

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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

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

Hey

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

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

It's not that she's never done somethin' crazy

Done somethin' wild

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

And that's not her style

No no no no

No no that's not no

No no no no

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 pushin' 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 'cos I'm her man

You know that's not her style

I can tell you that ain't my woman

That's not her style

I can tell you 'cos I'm her man

That's not her style

Woah that's not her style

Woah that's not my woman

Hey yeah

Hey

That's not, that's not her style

Yeah that's not her style