Classy. Sexy. Crazy. Couture.
Classy. Sexy. Crazy. Beautiful.
Style.

Runway, runaway, runway, runaway
Runway, runaway runaway. Style.

* You look like you’d suit me but you’re like uncomfortable heels
You don’t fit me
(S-T-Y-L-E I’ll live however I want, leave)

Everything that you want from me makes me dizzy
That’s not me
(S-T-Y-L-E come on boy let me be me)

** The look you want for me from my head to my toes
Baby this ain’t my style
I sway as I walk on your heart’s runway
You’re not my style

*** My style, my style
You know I keep things short
(You’re not you’re not my-my-my style)
Goodbye, goodbye
Just those words are enough
Goodbye (You’re not my-my-my style)

Runway, runaway, runway, runaway
Runway, runaway runaway. Style.

* Repeat

** Repeat

*** Repeat

You don’t know my my my my style
Just look from afar
Don’t act like you know me
No you’re not my style
Baby nah nah nah na-ah-ah
Go go go go, You’re not my style

Classy. Sexy. Crazy beautiful
Style

My style, my style
You know I keep things short
(My style, my style, I won’t say it twice)
Goodbye, goodbye
Just those words are enough
Goodbye

My style, my style
If you turn around once, you’ll know
My style, my style, you can’t turn things back
Goodbye, goodbye
Dragging things out is no fun for you either
Goodbye, goodbye