cherchez LA femme

Tommy Mottola lives on the road
He lost his lady just four months ago
mabye hell find her, mabye he wont
Oh no, never, no, no
He sleeps in the back of his grey cadillac
Oh my honey
Blowin his mind on cheap grass and wine
oh aint it crazy baby, yeah
Guess you could say, hey hey, this man has learnt his lesson, oh-oh, hey, hey
now hes alone hes got no women and no home
for misery oh- ho, cherchez la femme
Minnie Bonichas very upset
shes 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 hes working two jobs at 6th Avenue bars
Oh aint it crazy
now she complains
that her man is never present
so she goes next door, I know shes just playing the whore
for misery, cherchez la femme
theyll tell you a lie with a colgate smile
hey baby
love you one second and hate you the next
oh aint it crazy, yeah
all I can say
of one thing I am certain
theyre all the same
all the sluts and the saints
for misery,
cherchez la femme