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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, 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 (my friend) ~ 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 al the same, all the sluts and the saints ~ for misery (my friend) ~ cherchez la femme |
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