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’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
And she got pretty pretty feet
And she got flowers in her hair yeah yeah
She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah
She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah

She shaking the scene outside, in between,
And she rocking to the looney tunes,
And she make love and swallow a dove
In her room, room, room,

She speeding away through the city today
And she living in a kooky show

With show life, low life 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 window seats)
She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah
She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah

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 window seats)
She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah
She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah
She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah