Lady Marmalade

Lady Marmalade (Patti Labelle)

He met Marmalade down in old New Orleans, struttin' her stuff on the street She said hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go? (go go go)

He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up, the boy drank all her magnolia wine On the black satin sheets oh I swear he started to freak (oh no no)

Touching her skin feelin' silky smooth, the colour of cafe au lait Made the savage beast inside roar until it cried, more, more, more

Now he's back home doing 9 to 5, living his grey flannel life But when he turns off to sleep old memories creep, more, more, more

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