Groove of Her Style

(yeah, alright now)

Rolled into town in a beat-up Chevrolet

Leather boots kicked up,

nothing left to say

She don't check no mirrors,

she don't waste no time

Strutting down the sidewalk looking mighty fine

Got that bad-news smile and a velvet jacket on

One wink of her eye,

buddy, you're already gone

Yeah she's my

style,

oh she's my style Walking to the rhythm of that wild,

wild mile Got everybody talking all across the floor She's my style,

yeah,

I'm begging for more (woo!)

She orders bourbon, leaves the glass on the wood

Breaking all the rules like only she could

Silver rings flashing when she lights up the room A runaway train

running through the gloom

Got that midnight swagger and a heart of pure gold A

whole lot of trouble,

and it never gets old

Yeah she's my style,

oh she's my

style

Walking to the rhythm of that wild,

wild mile Got everybody talking all across the floor She's my style,

yeah,

I'm begging for more

(come on!)

(oh, play it now!)

She's my style, oh she's my

style

Walking to the rhythm of that wild,

wild mile Got everybody talking,

knocking at the

door She's my style,

and I'm begging for more (yeah,

she's my style!)

She's my style, that's right

(all

night, all

night) Yeah, nobody else