D Some people think that she's one of those mink-coated ladies They say she wakes up at one, makes the paparazzi Bm C run till dawn D She Wines and dines with Argentines and Kuwaitis G A D After she sips margaritas on the White House lawn Chorus: G A That's not her style G D I can tell you that ain't my woman G A It's just not her style G D 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 Chorus: That's not her style I can tell you that ain't my woman That's not her style I can tell you, because I'm her man That's not her style I can tell you that ain't my woman You know it's not her style I can tell you, because I'm her man G F# Bm It's not that she's never done something crazy, Esus4 E7 done something wild G F# A It's just that she's better at doing whatever suits her style D/F# G A G D That's not her style, no, no, no 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: That's not her style I can tell you that ain't my woman It's just not her style I can tell you, 'cause I'm her man That's not her style I can tell you that ain't my woman It's just not her style I can tell you, 'cause I'm her man That's not her style Woah, that's not her style Woah, that's not my woman Hey, yeah That's not her style | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Bm C D E7 Esus4 F# G |