14 Rue de Savoy



that's where the flat was let

shacked up in Paris

two days after we had met

18 bars of the sonata and you were mine

this music gig doesn't pay that well

but the fans are alright



darling come home

i can't take the apartment alone

you left your beret behind

and your croissant is getting cold



visa, mastercard, discovered that i was spent

took my heart, my best jeans

and left me with paying the rent

user, abuser, a loser but i didn't care

i've always been a guy with a sweet tooth

and that girl was just like a king-sized candy bar



pick up the phone

meet me at the Sorbonne

you keep on turning me on

with those french words that i can't pronounce



milkshake and honey, yeah...

milkshake and honey, yeah...

(ma petit comment ca va)

milkshake and honey, yeah...






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