Milkshake n' Honey - Sleater-Kinney

14 Rue de Savoy

That’s 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 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

You keep turning me on

With those French words I can’t pronounce

Milkshake n' honey, yeah

Milkshake n' honey, yeah

Milkshake n' honey, yeah

(Ma petite, comment ca va?)

Milkshake n' honey, yeah

(Ma petite, comment ca va?)

Milkshake n' honey, yeah

Milkshake n' honey, yeah

Milkshake n' honey, yeah

Milkshake n' honey, yeah