Testo Cherchez La Femme

Tommy Mottola lives on the roadHe lost his lady two months agoMaybe he'll find her, maybe he won't,oh, oh, never, noooHe sleeps in the back of his grey Cadillac, oh my honeyBlowing his mind on cheap grass and wineOh ain't it crazy baby, heyGuess you could say hey, heyThis man has learned his lesson, oh heyNow he's aloneHe's got no woman and no homeFor misery, oh, ohCherchez la femmeMiggie, Miggie Bonija's very upsetShe's sick and tired of living in edbtTired of roaches, tired of rats, I know she is ooohSo her noble man says,"Baby I understand, oh my honey"Now he's working two jobs at Eighth Avenue barsOh ain't crazy babyNow she complainsThat her man is never present, noShe goes next door, I know that she's just playing the whoreHey for misery (my friend)Cheechez la femmeThey tell you a lie with a colgate smile, hey babyLove you one second and hate the next oneOh ain't it crazy, yeahAll I can say , ay, hey, og one thing I am certain, oh, ohThey're all the same, all the sluts and the saints For misery (my friend), "Cherchez la femme"