14 Rue de Savoy

that's where the flat was let

We shacked up in Paris two days

after we had met



Eighteen 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

A 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 turning me on

With those French words I can't pronounce



Milkshake n' honey yeah

Milkshake n' honey yeah

Milkshake n' honey yeah

Milkshake n' honey yeah

Milkshake n' honey yeah

Milkshake n' honey yeah

Milkshake n' honey yeah

Milkshake n' honey yeah



Ma petite, comment ca va?