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 loony tunes, And she make love and swallowed 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 moan, moan, moan, 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, yeah, yeah (daffodils from window sills) She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah She got savoir faire yeah yeah 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