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?