Tommy Mottola lives on the road
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He lost his lady two months ago
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Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't,
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Oh no, never, nooo
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He sleeps in the back of his grey
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Cadillac, oh my honey
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Blowing his mind on cheap grass and wine
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Oh, ain't it crazy baby, hey
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Guess you could say hey, hey
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This man has learned his lesson, oh hey
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Now he's alone
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He's got no woman and no home.
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For misery, oh, oh
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Cherchez la femme
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Miggie, Miggie Bonija's very upset
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She's sick and tired of living in debt
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Tired of roaches, tired of rats, I know she is, oooh
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So her noble man says
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"Baby I understand, oh my honey"
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Now he's working two jobs of Eighth Avenue bars
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Oh, ain't it crazy baby
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Now she complains
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That her man is never present, no
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So she goes next door, I know that
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She's just playing whore
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Hey for misery (my friend)
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Cherchez la femme
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They tell you a lie with a Colgate smile, hey baby
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Love you one second and hate you the next one
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Oh, ain't it crazy baby, yeah
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All I can say, ay, hey, of one thing I am certain oh, oh
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They're all the same, all the sluts and the saints
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For misery (my friend), "Cherchez la femme"
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Cherchez La Femme
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| Gloria Estefan |
