Video Cherchez La Femme Lyrics de Gloria Estefan - Pop

Gloria Estefan - Cherchez La Femme Lyrics

Tommy Mottola lives on the road
He lost his lady two months ago
Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't
Oh, no, never, no

He sleeps in the back of his favorite 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 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 the next one
Oh, ain't it crazy, yeah

All I can say , ay, hey
One thing I am certain, uh, uh
They're all the same
All the sluts and the saints
For misery, my friend
Cherchez la femme

Hey now
Cherchez la femme
Oh baby
Cherchez la femme
Yeah
Cherchez la femme

Amour, amour
Be mine, be mine
Be mine
Cherchez la femme