*since I don't speak French nor Gulla, please excuse my spelling.
Am D Am D
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
Am D Am D
hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista.
Am D
He met Marmalade down in old New Orleans,
Am D
struttin her stuff on the street. she said,
Dm Em
Hello Joe, you wanna give it a go?
Chorus...
Am D Am D
Gitchi, gitchi, ya-ya, da-da. Gitchi, gitchi, ya-ya here.
Am D Dm Am
Mocca chocolata, ya-ya. creole lady Marmalade. she said,
Am D D Am D
voules-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir. Voules vous avec moi.
Am D
he stayed in her boudoir while she freshened up.
Am D
That boy drank all that magnolia wine, on her
Dm Em
black satin sheets, I swear he started to freak. when she said,
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Instrumental..Am F Am F
E E E
Hey, hey, hey...
Am D Am D
Seeing her skin feeling silky smoothe, color of cafe' au lait, made the
Dm Em E E E
savage beast inside roar, until it cried.. More, more, more!
Am D Am D
Now he's at home doing nine to five. Living his life of lies.
Dm Em E E E
But when he turns off to sleep, old memories keep. More, more, more!
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Creole lady Marmalade