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