Text: Robert Palmer. Maybe It's Live. Style Kills.

I see you got yourself a brand new bag
You had enough of the imitation drag
Although you're leaping to the latest thing
You can't ignore the suspicion of a hallow ring

Big bills
Cheap thrills
Style kills

You say you set your standards way too high
So you convincingly effect a compromise
Some unsuspecting body's gonna pay
When you discover that you can't always
Have your way

Big pain
Big pills
Style kills
Oh, oh

If he won't
You will
Style kills

You say your lover's gotta a lot of nerve
'Cause he won't keep you in the style
That you deserve
You kid yourself you're only marking time
Till you fulfil the revenge in the back
Of your mind

Clear cut
No frills
Style kills

If he won't
You will
Style kills
Woh, oh, oh, oh
Woh, oh

You never take the blame
For your mistakes
Why should you give
Anyone an even break?

If he won't
You will
Style kills
Style kills

Style kills
Style kills