Gloria Estefan

Letra de Cherchez la femme

Letras de 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"
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