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 maragaritas 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      The papers say she was seen in L.A. with a stranger   She found a perfect body with aa Maserati right outside   And then she chartered a Lear   When she heard her career was in danger   And the gave the pilot somethin' extra for a perfect ride      CHORUS      Not that she's never done something crazy or done somethng wild   It's just that she's better at doing whatever suits her style   And that's not her style      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