Cyndi Lauper - Lady Marmelade lyrics

he met marmelade down at old moulin rouge Struttin' her stuff on the street She said hello hey jo wanna give it a go Gouchi gouchi ya ya, da da Gouchi gouchi ya ya here Mocha chocalata ya ya, creo lady marmelade Voulez-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 da Gouchi gouchi ya ya here Mocha chocalata ya ya, creo lady marmelade Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi. He came through in with the money in the garden bags Let them know we got the cake steaigt out the gate Some women say that is for who*es But why spend mine when i can spend yours So this is agreed for you i'm sorry I'm gonna keep playing those cats for all that money High heel shoes getting love from the blues For the bad a** chicks from the roulin rouge Hey sister, sow sister, better get that dough sister I drink wine with dimands in the gla** By the case, thets the meaning of expensive taste Gouchi gouchi ya ya Mocha chocalata, creo lady marmelade Marmelade, marmelade, marmelade