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
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  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 career was in danger
  And the gave the pilot somethin' extra for a perfect ride
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    Not that she's never done something crazy or done somethng wild
  It's just that she's better at doing whatever suits her style
  And that's not her style
    I've read where it's said that she sleeps in a bed made of satin
  She's had her face done in every place you can try
  They say she gets a piece of every lease in Manhattan
  And says she's thirty when she's really pushing forty-five
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