Cherchez La Femme - Nat King Cole

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 no
He sleeps in the back of his gray 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 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 w***e
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