Brigitte DeMeyer - Sip Mola**es lyrics

He put his hand in the hand of a woman He threw his glove down upon the ground He lost his snap when he circled back And he never came, never came back around She cracked that boy like she was whipping She wore him low down upon her hip He loved that woman for a living Come sundown, she's gonna sink that ship Sip boy, sip mola**es Sip mola**es 'til your eyes do shine Moon slung low, a hundred kisses Sirenita and a spell divine Some say they saw him keep on walking Some say pretty drank him up but good The parlor window's always left wide open And only wind left where he once stood Sip boy, sip mola**es Sip mola**es 'til your eyes do shine Moon slung low, a hundred kisses Sirenita and a spell divine