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

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