Brown Sugar - Paris Songtext / Lyric

Gold Coast slave ship bound for cotton fields

Sold in a market down in New Orleans

Scarred old slaver, know he's doing alright

Hear him whip the women just around midnight



Brown sugar, how come you taste so good?

Brown sugar, just like a young girl should, uh huh



Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot

Lady of the house wond'ring where it's gonna stop

House boy knows that he's doing alright

You shoulda heard him just around midnight



Brown sugar, how come you taste so good, now?

Brown sugar, just like a young girl should, now






Ah, get along

Brown sugar, how come you taste so good, babe?

Ah, got me feelin' now

Brown sugar, just like a black girl should, yeah



Now, I bet your mama was a tent show queen

And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen

I'm no schoolboy, but I know what I like

You shoulda heard me just around midnight



Brown sugar, how come you taste so good, babe?

Ah, brown sugar, just like a young girl should, yeah



I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

How come you, how come you taste so good?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo

Just like a, just like a black girl should

Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo