Milkshake n' Honey

14 Rue de Savoy

Is 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 good

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

Keep turning me on

With those French words I can't pronounce

Milkshake n' honey yeah

Milkshake n' honey yeah

Ma petite, comment ca va?