he met marmelade down at old Moulin Rouge
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struttin' her stuff on the street
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she said hello hey jo wanna give it a go
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gouchi gouchi ya ya, da da
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gouchi gouchi ya ya here
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Mocha chocalata ya ya, creole Lady Marmelade
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Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir.
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Voulez-vous coucher avec moi.
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Sat in her boudoir while she freshened up,
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That boy drank all that magnolia wine.
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On the black satin sheets where he started to freak.
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gouchi gouchi ya ya, da da
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gouchi gouchi ya ya here
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Mocha chocalata ya ya, creole Lady Marmelade
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Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir.
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Voulez-vous coucher avec moi.
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He came through in with the money in the garden bags
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let them know we got the cake straight out the gate
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some women say that is for whores
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but why spend mine when i can spend yours
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so this is agreed for you i'm sorry
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i'm gonna keep playing those cats for all that money
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High heel shoes getting love from the blues
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for the bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
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hey sister, sow sister, better get that dough sister
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i drink wine with diamonds in the glass
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by the case, thats the meaning of expensive taste
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gouchi gouchi ya ya
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Mocha chocalata, creole Lady Marmelade
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Marmelade, Marmelade, Marmelade
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Lady Marmelade
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| Cyndi Lauper |
