14 Rue de Savoy   that's where the flat was let   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   Keep turning me on   with those French words I can't pronounce      Milkshake n' honey yeah (x 8)   (Ma petite, comment ca va? (x 2) ad lib)