No Style! - Jeanette

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)

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

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)

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!

Listen up

Listen up

Listen up

Listen up

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’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!

Baby bye!