Cherchez La Femme lyrics

Tommy Mottola lives on the road

He lost his lady two months ago

Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't

Oh, no, never, no

He sleeps in the back of his favorite 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

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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, ooh

So her noble man says:

"Baby I understand, oh my honey"

Now he's working two jobs at Eighth Avenue bars

Oh, ain't crazy, baby

Now she complains

That her man is never present, no

She goes next door

I know that she's just playing the whore

Hey for misery, my friend

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They tell you a lie with a Colgate smile, hey baby

Love you one second and hate the next one

Oh, ain't it crazy, yeah

All I can say , ay, hey

One thing I am certain, uh, uh

They're all the same

All the sluts and the saints

For misery, my friend

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Hey now

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Oh baby

Cherchez la femme

Yeah

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Amour, amour

Be mine, be mine

Be mine

Cherchez la femme

• Artist:Gloria Estefan
• Album:Hold Me Thrill Me Kiss Me