Tommy Mottola lives on the road He lost his lady two months ago Maybe he´ll find her, maybe he won´t, oh, oh, never, nooo He sleeps in the back of his grey Cadillac, oh my honey
Blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine Oh ain´t it crazy baby, hey Guess you could say hey, hey This man has learned his lesson, oh hey Now he´s alone He´s got no woman and no home For misery, oh, oh Cherchez la femme Miggie, Miggie Bonija´s very upset She´s sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches, tired of rats, I know she is oooh So her noble man says, "Baby I understand, oh my honey" Now he´s working two jobs at Eighth Avenue bars Oh ain´t crazy baby Now she complains That her man is never present, no
She goes next door, I know that she´s just playing the whore Hey for misery (my friend) Cheechez la femme They tell you a lie with a colgate smile, hey baby Love you one second and hate the next one Oh ain´t it crazy, yeah All I can say , ay, hey, og one thing I am certain, oh, oh They´re all the same, all the sluts and the saints For misery (my friend), "Cherchez la femme"
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