Lady Marmalade - Live (1998 Hammerstein Ballroom)

Hey sister, soul sister
Go sister, flow sister
Hey sister, soul sister
Go sister, flow sister

Walk in the dark
She was all over from front to back (hey)
There's no playing, there's no shame
No shame for doing stuff like that

(Said, I can't)
I can't tell you what I saw
The way she walked it was against the law
Oh, how far she would go
But exactly how low (say)

From the back to the middle, from side to side
From the back to the middle, from side to side
From the back to the middle, from side to side
From the back to the middle, from side to side

I said baby, baby, baby
(Baby, baby, baby)
Baby, baby, baby
(Baby, baby, baby)

He met Marmalade down in old New Orleans
Struttin' her stuff on the streets, do it babe
She said, "Hello, hey Joe"
"You wanna give it a go?"

Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, dada
Get your, get your ya ya's here
Mocca chocolata ya ya
Creole Lady Marmalade

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

I need four men
You, you, you, you darling
And you baby and you
Come on, hurry up, hey
(More, more)
You better work
Come on, yeah
That's all

People want truth (yeah)
Or nothing at all
People want sincerity (sincerity)
And nothing more
People need understanding
Not impatience or confusion, no, no
So I wonder, should we hate those
Who present us disillusion
They talk 'bout love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love

What can I do for you? What can you do for me?
What can I do for you? What can you do for me?
What can I do for you? What can you do for me?
What can I do for you? What can you do for me?

What can I do for you? What can you do for me?
What can I do for you? What can you do for me?
What can I do for you? What can you do for me?
What can I do for you? What can you do for me?

What can I do for you? What can you do for me?
What can I do for you? What can you do for me?
What can I do for you? What can you do for me?
What can I do for you? What can you do for me?

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
And you can get your, get your ya ya here
Do it
Could you give them all a big hand
Hurry up, honey, hurry up



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Writer(s): Kenny Nolan, Robert Crewe
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