There's been a lot of talk about you mama
About your shady entertaining ways
How late at night, providing bedside drama
Is helping you to sleep more in the day
Think of the shame: you'll never get to heaven
Although it's heaven here right by your side
Your little ways, so devious and clever
Help me forget how much I love my wife
She got style, blowin' me hot, then cold
She got style, dress fallin' off her shoulder like a child
Makin' me drop my guard and, oh-oh, oh-oh, she closin' the door
She got style, she gettin' rich in sin
She got style, she gonna take her souless certain smile
The kind with Garbo's eyes and oh-oh, oh-oh
Why she leave me askin' for more
And as I leave, there's one more in the doorway
He hangs his coat, as you relieve him of his hat
So for an hour you swear to love him always
While you're leavin' me with my feet scrapin' the mat
(She got style) Blowin' me hot, then cold
(She got style) Dress fallin' off her shoulder like a child
(She got style) Makin' me drop my guard and, oh-oh, oh-oh, she closin' the door
She got style, she gettin' rich in sin
She got style, she gonna take her souless certain smile
The kind with Garbo's eyes and oh-oh, oh-oh
She got style, blowin' me hot, then cold
She got style, dress fallin' off her shoulder like a child
Makin' me drop my guard and, oh-oh (fade out)
About your shady entertaining ways
How late at night, providing bedside drama
Is helping you to sleep more in the day
Think of the shame: you'll never get to heaven
Although it's heaven here right by your side
Your little ways, so devious and clever
Help me forget how much I love my wife
She got style, blowin' me hot, then cold
She got style, dress fallin' off her shoulder like a child
Makin' me drop my guard and, oh-oh, oh-oh, she closin' the door
She got style, she gettin' rich in sin
She got style, she gonna take her souless certain smile
The kind with Garbo's eyes and oh-oh, oh-oh
Why she leave me askin' for more
And as I leave, there's one more in the doorway
He hangs his coat, as you relieve him of his hat
So for an hour you swear to love him always
While you're leavin' me with my feet scrapin' the mat
(She got style) Blowin' me hot, then cold
(She got style) Dress fallin' off her shoulder like a child
(She got style) Makin' me drop my guard and, oh-oh, oh-oh, she closin' the door
She got style, she gettin' rich in sin
She got style, she gonna take her souless certain smile
The kind with Garbo's eyes and oh-oh, oh-oh
She got style, blowin' me hot, then cold
She got style, dress fallin' off her shoulder like a child
Makin' me drop my guard and, oh-oh (fade out)