He met Marmelade down in old New Orleans,
Struttin' her stuff on the street.
She said, 'ey 'ello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go? mm, mm?
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Get chor get chor ya-ya, dada, Get chor get chor ya-ya here.
Mocha chocalata ya-ya, Creole 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.
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[Instrumental break]
Feel her skin, feelin' silky smooth, color of cafe au lait.
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried:
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Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5,
Livin' his grey flannel life,
But when he turns off to sleep, old memories keep,
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