Where’s all mah soul sistas
Lemme hear ya’ll flow sistas
[Mya:]
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
[Mya:]
He met Marmalade down IN old Moulin Rouge
Struttin’ her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?" Oh! uh huh
[Chorus:]
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here)
Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
[Lil’ Kim:]
What What, What what
[Mya:]
Ooh oh
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
[Lil’ Kim:]
yea yea yea yea
[Pink:]
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that Magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets is where he started to freak yeah
[Chorus:]
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da-da-da)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here ohooh yea yeah)
Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir, what what what)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
[Lil’ Kim:]
Yea yea uh
He come through with the money and the garter belts
I let him know we bout that cake straight up the gate uh
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm sayin‘, why spend mine when I can spend yours
Disagree? Well that's you and I’m sorry
Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari
Wear high heel shoes get love from the dudes
4 bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
Hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case the meaning of expensive taste
If you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya
Mocha Chocalate-a what?
Creole Lady Marmalade
One more time C’mon now
Marmalade... Lady Marmalade... Marmalade...
[Christina:]
Hey Hey Hey!
Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth
Color of cafe au lait alright
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried,
More-more-more
[Pink:]
Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5
[Mya:]
Livin' a grey flannel life
[Christina:]
But when he turns off to sleep memories creep,
More-more-more
[Chorus:]
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da daeaea yea)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (ooh)
Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi (all my sistas yea)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi (C‘Mon! uh)
[Missy:]
Christina...(oh Leaeaa Oh)
Pink... (Lady Marmalade)
Lil’ Kim...(hey Hey! uh uh uh uh...)
Mya...(Oh Oh oooo)
Rot wailer baby...(baby)
Moulin Rouge... (0oh)
Misdemeanor here...
Creole Lady Marmalade Yes-ah...
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Hey sista.
I can feel myself dancing, but I'm not.
shut up, Bo Bice.
Hey Stacie. ;)
I feel like writing a song, but I don't know where to start.
You know for some reason, I just recalled that time someone tagged at my blog, something like
stacy ur so sweet and obedient in class blah blah blah insert etc.
stacy ur so fake!
blah, fake. Just because I constantly show two different sides of myself.
Well, maybe, maybe, maybe.
What's it to them.
hmm.
Ten evil sins. This Chinese show on channel U, 10-11 on weekends. The music rocks, plot sucks.
Say cheesay. Anyway:
You're not alone
Maybe I really should compose my own lyrics. Song that accurately mirrors all of me.
Or a story. I need to start writing again.
it burns!
