| There’s been a lot of talk about you momma
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| About your shady, entertaining ways
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| How late at night, providing bedside drama
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| Is helping you to sleep more in the day.
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| Think of the shame, you’ll never get to heaven
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| Although it’s heaven here right by your side
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| Your little ways so devious and clever
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| Help me forget how much I love my wife.
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| CHORUS
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| She’s got style, blowing me hot then cold.
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| She’s got style, dress falling off her shoulder, like a child,
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| Making me drop my guard as ooh, ooh, she closing the door
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| She’s got style, she getting rich in sin,
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| She’s got style, she gonna take us all, a certain smile,
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| Recling with Garbo’s eyes as ooh, ooh,
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| Why she leaving me asking for more?
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| And as I leave there’s one more in the doorway,
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| He hangs his coat as you relieve him of his hat,
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| So for an hour you’ll swear to love him always (always)
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| While you’re leaving me with my feet scraping the mat.
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| CHORUS
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| She' s got style, blowing me hot then cold
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| She’s got style, dress falling off her shoulder like a child,
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| Making me drop my guard as ooh, ooh, she closing the door
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| She’s got style, she getting rich in sin,
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| She’s got style, she gonna take us all, a certain smile,
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| Recling with Garbo’s eyes as ooh, ooh, she’s got style, etc |