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Extra Savoir-Faire
When I walk down the street, most guys look like elves I don't mean to put them down but they do It's hard to understand me from the language I use There's no word in English for my style What's a man like me supposed to do With all this extra savoir-faire What is left for me to prove, dear I know just what to do when the ladies come 'round You can try to copy me but you'll fail Now, you might think you're different but time will prove me right When you wake up from your dream I'll be gone What's a man like me supposed to do With all this extra savoir-faire What is left for me to prove, dear These lyrics are copyrighted material, and its use has not been specifically authorized by the copyright owner. I have set this up as an archive for not-for-profit use, which I consider "fair use" under Title 17, Chapter 1, Section 107 of the US Copyright Law. No one is allowed to use any information on this site for any reason other than private study, scholarship, or research without permission of the copyright holder. As a consequence, any commercial use of this material is prohibited. If the copyright owner deems this site a violation of fair use, the infringing material will be taken down immediately, no questions asked. (Please contact me at webmaster@davidkjones.net in that event.) Furthermore, you can't really experience this work by just reading the lyrics. Buy the albums, if you don't have them already. |
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