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Tommy Mottola lives on the road |
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He lost his lady just four months ago |
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mabye he'll find her, mabye he won't |
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Oh no, never, no, no |
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He sleeps in the back of his grey cadillac |
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Oh my honey |
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Blowin' his mind on cheap grass and wine |
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oh ain't it crazy baby, yeah |
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Guess you could say, hey hey, this man has learnt his lesson, oh-oh, hey, hey |
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now he's alone he's got no women and no home |
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for misery oh- ho, cherchez la femme |
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Minnie Bonicha's very upset |
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she's sick and tired of livin' in debt |
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tired of roaches |
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tired of rats |
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I know she is |
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so her noble man says "baby I understand" oh my honey |
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now he's working two jobs at 6th Avenue bars |
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Oh ain't it crazy |
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now she complains |
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that her man is never present |
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so she goes next door, I know she's just playing the whore |
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for misery, cherchez la femme |
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they'll tell you a lie with a colgate smile |
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hey baby |
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love you one second and hate you the next |
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oh ain't it crazy, yeah |
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all I can say |
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of one thing I am certain |
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theyr'e all the same |
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all the sluts and the saints |
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for misery, |
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cherchez la femme |
