No Style! (Radio Edit)

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!