Where's all my soul sistas?

Let me hear ya flow, sistas.

Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista

(Uh)

Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista



He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge

Struttin' her stuff on the street

She said "Hello, hey Joe. You wanna give it a go?" Oh

Gitcha, Gitcha yaya, dada

(Hey, hey, hey)

Gitcha, Gitcha yaya here

(Here)

Mocca chocalata yaya

(Ooh ya)

Creole Lady Marmalade

(What what)

(Ooohhh)



Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)



He sat in her bouduoir while she freshened up

That boy drank all that magnolia wine

On her black satin sheets

Is where he started to freak, yeah



Gitcha, Gitcha yaya, dada

(Dada)

Gitcha, Gitcha yaya here

(Ooh yeah)

Mocca chocolata yaya

(Yeah, yeah)

Creole Lady Marmalade

(Uh)



Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir

(What what what what)

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi

(Oooh)

(Yeah, yeah, uh)



You come through with the money in the garder belt

Let em' know we got that case straight out the gate

We independent women, some mistake us for whores

And sayin' why spend mine, when I could spend yours?

Disagree? Well, that's you and I'm sorry

I'm'a keep playin' these cats out like Atari

High heeled shoes, gettin' love from the dudes

Four badass chicks from the Moulin Rouge

(Uh)



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



You wanna gitcha, gitcha yaya

Mocca chocolata lata

Creole Lady Marmalade

One more time, come