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 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 seat)
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 sits)
She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah
She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah
She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah