Lyrics

[Verse 1] Sittin' in a bar There's this girl She demands a smoke "Hey, girl, you're a joke" [Chorus] And I say, "You have no class You have no style You have no respect for me" [Verse 2] Sippin' my whiskey She saddles up Utters flowin' out Red lips burn my eyes [Chorus] And I say, "You have no class You have no style You get no respect from me" [Verse 3] There's a Navy boy He's quiet in the corner Clean-shaven, good cologne It's him I'm takin' home [Chorus] 'Cause I know he has some class He has some style He is the one to spend the night