Jeanette Biedermann - No Style текст песни

There was this fine guy walkin' up to me
Tellin' me about the car his 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

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 icecream

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

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