Some people think that shes 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
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Thats not her style I can tell you
That aint my woman
Its just not her style I can tell you
Because Im 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
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Not that shes never done something crazy or done something wild
Its just that shes better at doing whatever suits her style
And thats not her style
Ive read where its said that she sleeps in a bed made of satin
Shes had her face done in every place you can try
They say she gets a piece of every lease in manhattan
And says shes thirty when shes really pushing forty-five
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