Cherchez La Femme Lyrics

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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 no

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

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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 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 no

She goes next door i know that

She's just playing the ****

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 oh one thing i am certain oh oh

They're all the same all the sluts and the saints for misery

(my friend)

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