You wear Chanel and watch black and white movies
You reference authors speak French and then lose me
I try to mask and find cracks in your beauty
I'm writing a love story this one's a doozie
Only thing different in the new me
Is the old me didn't know ya, he was choosy
And I'm in over my head: sue me
I can tell you like art how you drew me
Bet your friends call you Georgia
But more California
I like when you sleep you look just like Aurora
You get in those moods your Sinatra Pandora
And I'm only mortal
But those moments they feel like forever
I don't age a second
Some women are clocks but watch it your better
You look like the cover of a magazine
Short hair, cherry lips, must be Parisienne
You could be the cover of a magazine
You must be the new style in season
You look like the cover of a magazine
Short hair, cherry lips, must be Parisienne
You could be the cover of a magazine
You must be the new style in season
You got the style
(You the new style)
You got the style
(You the new style)
I love that style
(I love your style, I love it I love it)
You got that style
(You got that style)
You got it you know that you do
I got some girls in the back and they tell me they with it, they tell me they down
Levels on levels, I go and I get it like I haven't got off the ground
I don't really want the drama, I just put em to the side
Got the juice like Lana, got me sipping like wine
Hit me when you off the shift
Imma pull up in the whip
How much you make on them the tips
Why don't you hand me that fifth
Know you been needing a fix
You love when I hit it, admit it girl I get it popping now pull on her hair
Just know I'll be bragging when I see my girl on the cover of Vanity Fair
You look like the cover of a magazine
Short hair, cherry lips, must be Parisienne
You could be the cover of a magazine
You must be the new style in season
You look like the cover of a magazine
Short hair, cherry lips, must be Parisienne
You could be the cover of a magazine
You must be the new style in season
You got the style
(You the new style)
You got the style
(You the new style)
I love that style
(I love your style, I love it I love it)
You got that style
(You got that style)
You got it you know that you do
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You wear Chanel and watch black and white movies
You reference authors speak French and then lose me
I try to mask and find cracks in your beauty
I'm writing a love story this one's a doozie
Only thing different in the new me
Is the old me didn't know ya, he was choosy
And I'm in over my head: sue me
I can tell you like art how you drew me
Bet your friends call you Georgia
But more California
I like when you sleep you look just like Aurora
You get in those moods your Sinatra Pandora
And I'm only mortal
But those moments they feel like forever
I don't age a second
Some women are clocks but watch it your better
You look like the cover of a magazine
Short hair, cherry lips, must be Parisienne
You could be the cover of a magazine
You must be the new style in season
You look like the cover of a magazine
Short hair, cherry lips, must be Parisienne
You could be the cover of a magazine
You must be the new style in season
You got the style
(You the new style)
You got the style
(You the new style)
I love that style
(I love your style, I love it I love it)
You got that style
(You got that style)
You got it you know that you do
I got some girls in the back and they tell me they with it, they tell me they down
Levels on levels, I go and I get it like I haven't got off the ground
I don't really want the drama, I just put em to the side
Got the juice like Lana, got me sipping like wine
Hit me when you off the shift
Imma pull up in the whip
How much you make on them the tips
Why don't you hand me that fifth
Know you been needing a fix
You love when I hit it, admit it girl I get it popping now pull on her hair
Just know I'll be bragging when I see my girl on the cover of Vanity Fair
You look like the cover of a magazine
Short hair, cherry lips, must be Parisienne
You could be the cover of a magazine
You must be the new style in season
You look like the cover of a magazine
Short hair, cherry lips, must be Parisienne
You could be the cover of a magazine
You must be the new style in season
You got the style
(You the new style)
You got the style
(You the new style)
I love that style
(I love your style, I love it I love it)
You got that style
(You got that style)
You got it you know that you do
You reference authors speak French and then lose me
I try to mask and find cracks in your beauty
I'm writing a love story this one's a doozie
Only thing different in the new me
Is the old me didn't know ya, he was choosy
And I'm in over my head: sue me
I can tell you like art how you drew me
Bet your friends call you Georgia
But more California
I like when you sleep you look just like Aurora
You get in those moods your Sinatra Pandora
And I'm only mortal
But those moments they feel like forever
I don't age a second
Some women are clocks but watch it your better
You look like the cover of a magazine
Short hair, cherry lips, must be Parisienne
You could be the cover of a magazine
You must be the new style in season
You look like the cover of a magazine
Short hair, cherry lips, must be Parisienne
You could be the cover of a magazine
You must be the new style in season
You got the style
(You the new style)
You got the style
(You the new style)
I love that style
(I love your style, I love it I love it)
You got that style
(You got that style)
You got it you know that you do
I got some girls in the back and they tell me they with it, they tell me they down
Levels on levels, I go and I get it like I haven't got off the ground
I don't really want the drama, I just put em to the side
Got the juice like Lana, got me sipping like wine
Hit me when you off the shift
Imma pull up in the whip
How much you make on them the tips
Why don't you hand me that fifth
Know you been needing a fix
You love when I hit it, admit it girl I get it popping now pull on her hair
Just know I'll be bragging when I see my girl on the cover of Vanity Fair
You look like the cover of a magazine
Short hair, cherry lips, must be Parisienne
You could be the cover of a magazine
You must be the new style in season
You look like the cover of a magazine
Short hair, cherry lips, must be Parisienne
You could be the cover of a magazine
You must be the new style in season
You got the style
(You the new style)
You got the style
(You the new style)
I love that style
(I love your style, I love it I love it)
You got that style
(You got that style)
You got it you know that you do
Writer: Woody Pond
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