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.
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.
