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 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

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
It's just not her style I can tell you
Because I'm her man

Not that she's never d
One something crazy or done something 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

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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): BILLY JOEL