Gloria Estefan

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 of eighth avenue bars
oh, ain´t it crazy baby
now she complains.
that her man is never present, no
so she goes next door, i know that
she´s just playing whore
hey, for misery my friend
cherchez la femme
they 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 baby, yeah
all i can say, ay, hey, of one thing i am certain, oh, oh
they´re al the same, all the sluts and the saints
for misery my friend
cherchez la femme.