| She live in a house, she stupid as a mouse
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| And she going where the lights are on
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| She shaking obscene like a fucking machine
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| And she’s gone, gone, gone
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| She cooking crack, giving us heart attack
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| And she living in a kooky show,
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| She open your mind for the millionth time
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| and then go, go, go
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| And she got everything she needs
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| And she got pretty, pretty feet
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| And she got flowers in her hair, yeah, yeah
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| She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah
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| She shaking the scene outside in between
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| And she rocking to the looney tunes
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| And she make love and swallow a dove
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| In her room, room, room
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| She speeding away through the city today
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| And she living in a kooky show
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| With show life, low life watching her
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| Go and then move, move, move
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| And she got everything she needs
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| (Harmony and ecstasy, yeah, yeah yeah)
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| And she got pretty, pretty feet
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| (Painted toes and soft, soft soles yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| And she got flowers in her hair
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| (Daffodils from window seat)
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| She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah
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| She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah
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| And she got everything she needs
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| (Harmony and ecstasy, yeah, yeah yeah)
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| And she got pretty, pretty feet
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| (Painted toes and soft, soft soles yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| And she got flowers in her hair
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| (Daffodils from window sits)
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| She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah
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| She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah
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| She got savoir faire, yeah, yeah |