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Cherchez la Femme

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, noHe 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, heyThis 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 femmeMiggie, Miggie Bonija's very upset

She's sick and tired of living in debt

Tired of roaches, tired of rats, I know she is ooh

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, noShe goes next door, I know that

She's just playing the whore

Hey for misery

(My friend)

Cheechez la femmeThey 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, oh 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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