Talking Angela Outfit7✔ - Lady Marmalade | Текст песни

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• Talking Angela Outfit7✔
• Lady Marmalade

Where are all my soul sisters?
Let me hear you flow sisters

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

Chorus:
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

Chorus:

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