Cherchez La Femme Lyrics by Gloria Estefan

Cherchez La Femme

Tommy mottola lives on the road
He lost his lady two months ago
Maybe hell find her, maybe he wont,
Oh, oh, never, nooo
He sleeps in the back of his grey 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
Cherchez la femme
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 oooh
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]
Cheechez la femme
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, og one thing I am certain, oh, oh
Theyre all the same, all the sluts and the saints for misery [my friend], "cherchez la femme"