Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? (ce soir, woah-woah)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?
Yeah, yeah, uh
We come through with the money and the garter belts
We let him know we ′bout that cake, straight out of the gate, uh
We independant women, some mistake us for whores
I'm saying "why spend mine when I can spend yours?"
Disagree? Well that's you and I′m sorry
I′ma keep playing these cats out like Atari
Wear high heel shoes, get love from the dudes
Four badass 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
We wanna itchie, gitchie, ya-ya (come on)
Mocha Chocolata (what)
Creole Lady Marmalade
One more time, c'mon
Marmalade
Lady Marmalade
Marmalade
Hey, hey, hey! (Hey, hey, hey!)
More (more), more (more), more
Now he′s back home doin' 9 to 5 (9 to 5)
Livin′ the grey flannel life
But when he turns off to sleep, memories creep
More (more), more (more), more