Tommy Mottola lives on the road
He lost his lady two months ago
Maybe he ll find hermaybe he won t
ohohnevernooo
He sleeps in the back of his grey Cadillacoh my honey
Blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine
Oh ain t it crazy babyhey
Guess you could say heyhey
This man has learned his lessonoh hey
Now he s alone
He s got no woman and no home
For miseryohoh
Cherchez la femme
MiggieMiggie Bonija s very upset
She s sick and tired of living in debt
Tired of roachestired of ratsI know she is oooh
So her noble man says
"Baby I understandoh 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 presentno
She goes next doorI know that she s just playing the whore
Hey for misery (my friend)
Cheechez la femme
They tell you a lie with a colgate smilehey baby
Love you one second and hate the next one
Oh ain t it crazyyeah
All I can sayayheyog one thing I am certainohoh
They re all the sameall the sluts and the saints For misery (my friend)"Cherchez la femme"
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