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
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