There was this fine guy walkin' up to me tellin' me about the car he's 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 (away)
  
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  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 Ice - cream
  
  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 (away)
  
  Chorus