Savoir Faire
Willy & Mink DeVille Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Willy & Mink DeVille’s “Savoir Faire” is a narrative of the singer admiring a woman that he had first seen in a five and ten cent store and then encountered at a blood bank. Through the lyrics, the singer seems to be internally contemplating ways to approach her and make her his own.


The song begins with the singer standing at a street corner, observing women around him. He then sees the woman he desires in a store and decides that he has to find a way to make her his. Later, while waiting in line at a blood bank, he sees her once again, and she is checking his count. Even though the singer finds himself in different locations, he realizes that he has seen her before.


As the song progresses, the singer continues to describe the woman's beauty and qualities, admiring her savoir faire and her confidence. He is intrigued by her style, her taste, and her long legs. He believes that she does not require any additional adornments, such as makeup, because her natural charm is enough to capture anyone's attention. He is also imagining the possibilities of experiencing all that life has to offer, such as enjoying a café on the Champs-Elysees or wandering through the streets of Rome, with the woman he wishes to make his own.


Overall, the lyrics of "Savoir Faire" are imbued with the sense of desire, admiration, and longing for someone who possesses a special charm that captivates and intrigues the singer.


Line by Line Meaning

I was standing on the corner of the avenue
I stood on the avenue’s corner


I was watching all the girls go by
Observing all the passing girls


And there she was in a five and ten cent store
I saw her through a cheap store window


Somehow I got to make her mine
I felt compelled to possess her


Yeah somehow I got to make her mine
Yeah, I must make her mine


I was way uptown, I was lost in the crowd
I was in a crowded place, and I felt lost


I was in blood bank, I was standing in line
I queued inside the blood bank


And there she was, she was checking my count
She was examining my blood count


Somehow I got to make her mine
I had to possess her by any means


Yeah somehow I got to make her mine
Certainly, I must make her mine


She got style, she got taste, she's got long, long legs
She possessed a pleasing fashion, refined taste, and long legs


She got savoir faire
She possessed social grace


She don't need no hook, she's got more than good looks
She lacked desperation for the world's approval and possessed more than physical attractiveness


Maybe in some cafe, along the Champs-Elysee
Somewhere on the Champs-Elysee in a cafe perhaps


Maybe Rome, maybe Avenue C
It could be in Rome or Avenue C


I know I've seen your face some place before
I recollected seeing her face previously


Baby, I love the way you paint your lips
I adore the style by which she applies her lipstick


Yes, I love the way you move your hips
I adore how she moves her hips


She got style, she got taste, she's got long, long legs
She possessed a pleasing fashion, refined taste, and long legs


She got savoir faire
She possessed social grace


She don't need no hook, she's got more than good looks
She lacked desperation for the world's approval and possessed more than physical attractiveness




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Written by: WILLY DE VILLE

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