Cherchez La Femme

Tommy Mottola lives on the road

He lost his lady, two months ago

mabye he'll find her, mabye he won't

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 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 whore

for misery, my friend, 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 sluts and the saints

for misery,

cherchez la femme