Cherchez La Femme lyrics

Tommy Mottola lives on the road
He lost his lady, two months ago
mabye he`ll find her, mabye he won`t
Oh no, never, no, no
He sleeps in the back of his grey cadillac
Oh my honey
Blowin` his mind on cheap grass and wine
oh ain`t it crazy baby, yeah
Guess you could say, hey hey, this man has learnt his lesson, oh-oh, hey, hey
now he`s alone he`s got no women and no home
for misery oh- ho, cherchez la femme

Minnie Bonicha`s very upset
she`s sick and tired of livin` in debt
tired of roaches
tired of rats
I know she is
so her noble man says `baby I understand` oh my honey
now he`s working two jobs at 6th Avenue bars
Oh ain`t it crazy
now she complains
that her man is never present
so she goes next door, I know she`s just playing the whore
for misery, my friend, cherchez la femme

they`ll tell you a lie with a colgate smile
hey baby
love you one second and hate you the next
oh ain`t it crazy, yeah
all I can say
of one thing I am certain
theyr`e all the same
all the sluts and the saints
for misery,
cherchez la femme
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