Your Style by The Strange Days Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your boyfriend wears a pink shirt
As he stumbles through my basement
With his underwhelming, oversharing
And patronising accent

[Verse 2]
He doesn’t like the coat i’m wearing
But has shown no signs of caring
Except the backwards smiles
And soul-less eyes
His face cannot help bearing

[Refrain]
But oh my
He likes your style
Oh my
He says he likes your style

[Chorus]
Well he’s a bleach-blond rich bitch
Yuppy motherfucker, come on
And he’s coming down
On Colombia's finest son

The blues come through
But you know he doesn’t have to run

He’s a bleach-blond rich bitch
Yuppy mother fucker, come on

[Refrain]
And oh my
He likes your style

[Verse 3]
The bars that we frequent
Serve the ladies and the gents
Their pints at three percent
At prices rather confident

[Verse 4]
He’s less about the journey
And more the desperation
He can’t abide in your mind
Thoughts above your station

[Refrain]
Oh my
He likes your style
Oh my
He says he likes your style
[Chorus]
Well he’s a bleach-blond rich bitch
Yuppy motherfucker, come on

And he’s coming down
On Columbia’s finest son

The blues come through
But you know he doesn’t have to run

He’s a bleach-blond rich bitch
Yuppy mother fucker, come on

[Refrain]
And oh my
He likes your style

[Instrumental break]

[Refrain]
Well oh my
He likes your style
Oh my
He likes your style

[Chorus]
Well he’s a bleach-blond rich bitch
Yuppy motherfucker, come on
And he’s coming down
On Colombia's finest son

The blues come through
But you know he doesn’t have to run
He’s a bleach-blond rich bitch
Yuppy mother fucker, come on

[Refrain]
And oh my
He likes your style