14 Rue de Savoy
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is where the flat was let
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We shacked up in Paris two days
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after we had met
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Eighteen bars of the sonata
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and you were mine
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This music gig doesn't pay that good
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but the fans are alright
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Darling come home
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I can't take the apartment alone
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You left your beret behind
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and your croissant is getting cold
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Visa, Mastercard, Discovered
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that I was spent
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Took my heart, my best jeans, and left me
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with paying the rent
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A user, abuser, a loser
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but I didn't care
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I've always been a guy with a sweet tooth
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and that girl was just like a king-sized candy bar
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Pick up the phone
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Meet me at the Sorbonne
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Keep turning me on
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With those French words I can't pronounce
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Milkshake n' honey yeah
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Milkshake n' honey yeah
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Ma petite, comment ca va?
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Milkshake N' Honey
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Sleater-Kinney |