Style Style
Paul McCartney
She's got an American accent
From her head to her toes
If she's involved in an accident
You wouldn't see her underclothes
She is perfectly spotless
A fact that sticks out a mile
But people have got more talent
But this little lady's got style
Style, style
See her when she's walking
She's got style, style
Even when she's making me say
She was born on the wrong side
Of those imaginary tracks
People used to divide each other
Into two convenient packs
She became a survivor
Always armed with a smile
You've only got to look at her picture to know
That this little lady's got style
Style, style
See her when she's talking
She's got style, style
Even when she's staying up late
As an only child
In a hostile world
Her only chance
Was to run away
She's got style, style
See her when she's walking
She's got style, style,
Even when she's taking a break
Style, yeah, style
I see her when she's talking
She's got style, style
Even when she's staying up late.
She's got style peeping out of her pockets
She's got style sticking out of her stockings
She's got a style, a different style
Baby let me love you for a while
Come now baby let me love you with a different style.
