Savoir Faire

[Verse 1]
She lives in a house, she stupid as a mouse
And she going where the lights are on
She shaking obscene like a fucking machine
She's gone, gone, gone

[Verse 2]
She cooking crack giving us heart attack
And she's living in a kooky show
She open your mind for the millionth time
And then go, go, go

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
She's shaking the scene outside, in-between
And she's rocking to the loony tunes
And she make love and swallow the dove
In her room, room, room

[Verse 4]
She speeding away through the city today
And she's living in a kooky show
With show life, low life watching her go
And then move, move, move

[Chorus]
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

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