Vincent Rose - Cherchez La Femme lyrics

Tommy Mottola lives on the road He lost his lady just four months ago Mabye he'll find he Maybe he won't Oh no, never, no, no He sleeps in the back of his grey cadillac Oh, my honey Blowing his mind on cheap gra** and wine Oh, ain't it crazy, baby, yeah Guess you could say Hey hey This man has learnt his lesson Oh-oh, hey, hey Now he's alone He's got no women and no home For misery oh- ho Cherchez la femme Minnie Bonicha's very upset She's sick and tired of livin' in debt Tired of roaches Tired of rats I know she is So her noble man says "baby I understand" oh my honey Now he's working two jobs at 6th Avenue bars Oh ain't it crazy Now she complains That her man is never present So she goes next door I know she's just playing the who*e For misery Cherchez la femme They'll tell you a lie with a colgate smile Hey baby Love you one second and hate you the next Oh ain't it crazy, yeah All I can say Of one thing I am certain Theyr'e all the same All the s*uts and the saints For misery Cherchez la femme