milkshake n' honey
sleater-kinney
that's where the flat was let
we shacked up in paris two days
eighteen bars of the sonata
this music gig doesn't pay that well
i can't take the apartment alone
you left your beret behind
and your croissant is getting cold
i've always been a guy with a sweet tooth
and that girl was just like a king-sized candy bar
with those french words i can't pronounce