There was this fine guy walkin' up to me tellin' me about the car he's driving
It was just braggin'
That ain't hard to see
To me he seemed a bit meretricious
I just refuse
To pick up a guy like you
Shut up, baby!
I know there's something better
For me to do
Shut up baby and go home
(away)
Chorus:
You've got no style - baby bye
Can't even promise a maybe
You've got no style - baby bye
Get back to where you belonged
You've got no style you've got no style
You flex your muscles
Hope that I get weak
I must admit you know how to harden When you blow kisses
I just turn the cheek
Late at night you're turnin'
Soft as Ice - cream
I just refuse
To pick up a guy like you
Shut up, baby!
I know there's something better
For me to do
Shut up baby and go home
(away)
Chorus
Writer(s): Kristina Bach
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