They Might Be Giants 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 laguage that I use There's n oword in English for my style CHORUS 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 fall Now, you might think you're different but time will prove me right When you wake up from your dream I'll be gone CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
