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


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?

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.


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