Where's all my soul sistas?
Let me hear ya flow, sistas.
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
(Uh)
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said "Hello, hey Joe. You wanna give it a go?" Oh
Gitcha, Gitcha yaya, dada
(Hey, hey, hey)
Gitcha, Gitcha yaya here
(Here)
Mocca chocalata yaya
(Ooh ya)
Creole Lady Marmalade
(What what)
(Ooohhh)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He sat in her bouduoir while she freshened up
That boy drank all that magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets
Is where he started to freak, yeah
Gitcha, Gitcha yaya, dada
(Dada)
Gitcha, Gitcha yaya here
(Ooh yeah)
Mocca chocolata yaya
(Yeah, yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade
(Uh)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir
(What what what what)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi
(Oooh)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
You come through with the money in the garder belt
Let em' know we got that case straight out the gate
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
And sayin' why spend mine, when I could spend yours?
Disagree? Well, that's you and I'm sorry
I'm'a keep playin' these cats out like Atari
High heeled shoes, gettin' love from the dudes
Four badass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
(Uh)
Hey sistas, soul sistas
Betta get that dough sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass by the case
The meaning of expensive taste
You wanna gitcha, gitcha yaya
Mocca chocolata lata
Creole Lady Marmalade
One more time, come
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