Extra Savoir-faire

When I walk down the street, most guys look like elves
I dont mean to put them down but they do
Its hard to understand me from the language I use
Theres no word in english for my style

Whats 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 youll fail
Now, you might think youre different but time will prove me right
When you wake up from your dream Ill be gone

Whats a man like me supposed to do
With all this extra savoir-faire
What is left for me to prove, dear