Some people think that she's one of those mink-coated ladies
They say she wakes up at one
And makes the paparazzi run till dawn
She wines and dines with Argentines and Kuwaitis
After she sips maragaritas on the White House lawn
That's not her style I can tell you
That ain't my woman
It's just not her style I can tell you
Because I'm her man
The papers say she was seen in L.A. with a stranger
She found a perfect body with aa Maserati right outside
And then she chartered a Lear
When she heard her...
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