Cyndi Lauper - Lady Marmelade Lyrics
He met marmelade down at old moulin rougeStruttin her stuff on the streetShe said hello hey jo wanna give it a goGouchi gouchi ya ya, da daGouchi gouchi ya ya hereMocha chocalata ya ya, creo lady marmeladeVoulez-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.Gouchi gouchi ya ya, da daGouchi gouchi ya ya hereMocha chocalata ya ya, creo lady marmeladeVoulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir.Voulez-vous coucher avec moi.He came through in with the money in the garden bagsLet them know we got the cake steaigt out the gateSome women say that is for whoresBut why spend mine when I can spend yoursSo this is agreed for you Im sorryIm gonna keep playing those cats for all that moneyHigh heel shoes getting love from the bluesFor the bad ass chicks from the roulin rougeHey sister, sow sister, better get that dough sisterI drink wine with dimands in the glassBy the case, thets the meaning of expensive tasteGouchi gouchi ya yaMocha chocalata, creo lady marmeladeMarmelade, marmelade, marmelade
