作曲 : Sleater-Kinney
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 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 
SorbonneKeep turning me on
With those 
French words 
I can't pronounce
Milkshake 'n honey, yeah
Milkshake 'n honey, yeah
Milkshake 'n honey, yeah
Milkshake 'n honey, yeah
Milkshake 'n honey, yeah
Milkshake 'n honey, yeah
Milkshake 'n honey, yeah
Milkshake 'n honey, honey yeah