Savoir faire - Willy DeVille

I was standing on the corner of the avenue

I was watching all the girls go by

And there she was in a five and ten cent store

Somehow I got to make her mine

Yeah somehow I got to make her mine

I was way uptown, I was lost in the crowd

I was in blood bank, I was standing in line

And there she was, she was checking my count

Somehow I got to make her mine

Yeah somehow I got to make her mine

She got style, she got taste, she’s got long, long legs

She got savoir faire

She don’t need no hook, she’s got more than good looks

She got savoir faire

Maybe in some cafe, along the Champs-Elysee

Maybe Rome, maybe Avenue C

I know I’ve seen your face some place before

Baby, I love the way you paint your lips

Yes, I love the way you move your hips

She got style, she got taste, she’s got long, long legs

She got savoir faire

She don’t need no hook, she’s got more than good looks

She got savoir faire