Amore, amore
Be mine, be mine
(Cherchez la femme, rumba)
(Cherchez la femme, rumba)
(Cherchez la femme, rumba)
(Cherchez la femme, rumba)
(Cherchez…..rumba, rumba)

Tommy Mottola lives on the road
He lost his lady two months ago
Maybe he'll find her
Maybe he won't
Oh, one never knows

He sleeps in the back of his grey Cadillac
Oh, my honey
Living on dreams and Elle magazines
Oh, ain't it crazy, baby, mmm-hmmm
Guess you could say
This man has learnt his lesson
Oooh
Now he's alone
He's got no women and no home
For misery
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
So her noble man says
"Baby I understand" oh my honey
Now he's working two jobs at 8th 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 , oh, she's just playing the whore
For misery
Cherchez la femme

They'll tell you a lie with a Colgate smile
Hey baby
Love you one second and hate you the next
Well, oh ain't it crazy, yeah

All I can say
Oooh, of one thing I am certain
They’re all the same
All the sluts and the saints
For misery
Cherchez la femme
Cherchez la femme
Cherchez la femme
Cherchez la femme