Style Style

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.