Lady Marmelade Lyrics - Cyndi Lauper

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 whores 

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 ass chicks from the roulin rouge 

Hey sister, sow sister, better get that dough sister 

I drink wine with dimands in the glass 

By the case, thets the meaning of expensive taste 

Gouchi gouchi ya ya 

Mocha chocalata, creo lady marmelade 

Marmelade, marmelade, marmelade