Savoir Faire
She live in a house, she stupid as a mouse
And she going where the lights are on
She shaking obscene like a fucking machine
And she磗 gone, gone, gone
She cooking crack giving us heart attack
And she living in a kooky show
She open your mind for the millionth time
And then go, go, go
And she got everything she needs
She got pretty, pretty feet
And she got flowers in her hair
Yeah, yeah
She got savoir faire
Yeah, yeah
She shaking the scene outside in between
And she rocking to the loony tunes
And she make love and swallow a dove
In her room, room, room
She speeding away thru the city today
And she living in a kooky show
With showlife, lowlife watching her go
And then move, move, move
And she got everything she needs
(harmony and ecstasy yeah, yeah, yeah)
And she got pretty pretty feet
(painted toes and soft, soft soles yeah, yeah, yeah)
And she got flowers in her hair
(daffodils from windowsills)
She got savoir faire
Yeah, yeah