Sabrina - Lady Marmalade

Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, go sister He met Marmalade down in ol' Moulin Rouge Strutting her stuff on the street She said, "Hello, hey Joe You wanna give it a go?", oh Getcha getcha ya ya da da (hey hey hey) Getcha getcha ya ya here (here oh) Mocha chocolata ya ya (ooh yeah) Creole Lady Marmalade (ohh) Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up Boy drank all that Magnolia wine On her black satin sheets Is where he started to freak, yeah Yeah, yeah, aw We come through with the money and the garter belts Let them know we bought that cake, straight out the gate We independent women, some mistake us for whores I'm saying, why spend mine when I can spend yours? Disagree?!, Well that's you and I'm sorry! I'ma keep playing these cats out like Atari Wear high heeled shoes, get love from the dudes Four bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge Hey sisters, soul sisters Betta get that dough sisters We drink wine with diamonds in the glass By the case, the meaning of expensive taste We wanna getcha getcha ya ya (come on) Mocha chocolata (what) Creole Lady Marmalade (One more time, come on now) Marmalade Lady Marmalade Hey, hey, hey!!! Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth, hey Color cafe au lait, alright Made the savage beast inside Roar until he cried More, more, more! Now he's back home doing nine to five Nine to five Living a gray flannel life But when he turns off to sleep, memories creep