Cherchez La Femme/Se Si Bon

Cherchez la femme Miggie, Miggie Bonija's very upset She's sick and tired of living in debt Tired of roaches and 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, hey Cherchez la femme (Instrumental break) They'll tell you a lie with a colgate smile, hey baby Love you one second and hate you the next one Oh ain't it crazy, yeah All I can say, ay, hey, of one thing I am certain, ooh, ooh They're all the same, all the sluts and the saints For misery my friend Cherchez la femme Hey now, Cherchez la femme (ooh) Oh babe, Cherchez la femme (ooh) Yeah, Cherchez la femme (ooh) Oooh that's amora, Cherchez Oooh that's amora, Cherchez Amora amora be mine, be mine Devine! (Oooh that's amora, Cherchez) Cherchez la femme (Se si bon, Se si bon, Se si bon) Cherchez la femme, rumba (Se si bon, Se si bon, Se si bon) Cherchez la femme, rumba (Repeat and fade) From: "David Hayman"