Lady Marmelade
(Voulez Vous Coucher Avec Moi, Ce Soir?)

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He met Marmelade down in old New Orleans,
Struttin' her stuff on the street.
She said, 'ey 'ello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go? mm, mm?


CHORUS
Get chor get chor ya ya, da da, Get chor get chor ya ya here.
Mocha chocalata ya ya, Creole Lady Marmelade.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi, ce soir .
Voulez vous coucher avec moi.

Sat in her boudoir while she freshened up,
That boy drank all that magnolia wine.
On the black satin sheets where he started to freak.

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her skin, feelin' silky smooth, color of cafe au lait.
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried:
More, more, more
Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5,
Livin' his grey flannel life,
But when he tums off to sleep, old memories keep,
More, more, more

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