Savoir Faire

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 ******* machine

And she‘s 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