cherchez la femme

Lyrics

tommy mottola lives on the road, he lost his lady two months ago, maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't, oh no, 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 of eighth avenue bars, oh, ain't it crazy baby, now she complains, that her man is never present, no, so she goes next door, i know that, she's just playing whore, hey for misery, cherchez la femme, they tell you a lie with a colgate smile, hey baby, love you one second and hate you the next one, oh, ain't it crazy baby, yeah, all i can say, ay, hey, of one thing i am certain oh, oh, they're all the same, all the sluts and the saints, for misery, "cherchez la femme"