Lyrics

SHE'S SAVAGE

I quietly inhale then exhale
And wonder if she's royalty in exile
with her long, bleached and pink pastel colored hair
Vintage Fendi handbag
Filled with nothing but a pack of cigs
Held by those long and rounded, painted fingernails

Part-time hippie, Part-time muse
Part-time ghost, with nothing to lose
I’ve seen her starve, and i’ve seen her feast
I’ve seen her carve her name into the side of a beast
‘cuz She’s Savage
yeah, She’s Savage

Part-time hippie, Part-time muse
Part-time ghost, with nothing to lose

No one knows where she came from
No one even knows her real name
Was she born on a bayou or raised by wolves in LA?
An amateur photographer
She’s got a girl who reads her palm and cards
Preaches “love is the truth”
But will never let down her guard

Part-time hippie, Part-time muse
Part-time ghost, with nothing to lose
I’ve seen her starve, and i’ve seen her feast
I’ve seen her carve her name into the side of a beast ‘cuz

She’s Savage
yeah, She’s Savage
yeah, She’s Savage
yeah, She’s Savage