No Style!

There was this fine guy walkin' up to me tellin' me About the car he's driving It was just braggin' That ain't hard to see To me he seemed a bit meretricious I just refuse To pick up a guy like you Shut up, baby! I know there's something better For me to do Shut up baby and go home (away) You've got no style! - baby bye Can't even promise a maybe You've got no style! - baby bye Get back to where you belonged You've got no style! You've got no style! You flex your muscles Hope that I get weak When you blow kisses I just turn the cheek Late at night you're turnin' Soft as Ice - cream I just refuse To pick up a guy like you Shut up, baby! I know there's something better For me to do Shut up baby and go home (away) You've got no style! - baby bye Can't even promise a maybe You've got no style! - baby bye Get back to where you belonged You've got no style! You've got no style! Listen up Listen up Listen up Listen up You've got no style! - baby bye Can't even promise a maybe You've got no style! - baby bye Get back to where you belonged You've got no style! You've got no style! You've got no style! - baby bye Can't even promise a maybe You've got no style! - baby bye Get back to where you belonged You've got no style! You've got no style! Baby bye!