Lady Marmalade вокал карафан — + Moulin Rouge! | караоке, мінус + текст пісні

Where's all my soul sisters? Let me hear you flow, sisters. Hey, sister. Go, sister. Soul sister. Flow, sister. Hey, sister. Go, sister. Soul sister. Go, sister. Meet Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge. Strutting her stuff on the street. She said, "Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?" Oh, oh. Gitchi gitchi ya ya, da da. Hey, hey, hey. Gitchi gitchi ya ya here. Here. Mocha chocolata, ya ya. Ooh. Yeah. Creole Lady Marmalade. What, what, what? What, what, what, what? Yeah. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? Oh, oh. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. He said Sat in a boudoir as she pressed her nerves. Boys drank all that magnolia wine. On her black satin sheets is where it started freakin'. Gitchi gitchi ya ya, da da. Da, da, da. Gitchi gitchi ya ya here. Oh. Mocha chocolata, ya ya. Yeah, yeah. Creole Lady Marmalade. Oh. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? Ce soir. What, what, what, what? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Oh. Yeah, yeah, uh. We come through with the money and the garter belts. Let him know we got that cake straight out the gate. We independent women, some will take us for whores. Saying why spend mine- When I can spend yours? Disagree? Well, that's you and I'm sorry. But keep playing these cats out like Atari. Like Atari. High heel shoes, getting love from the dudes. For a bad bitch from the Moulin Rouge. Moulin Rouge. Hey, sisters, soul sisters. Better get that dough, sisters. We drink wine with diamonds in the glass by the case. The meaning of expensive taste. We wanna gitchi gitchi ya ya. Come on. Mocha chocolata. What? Creole Lady Marmalade. One more time. Come on now. Marmalade. Oh. Lady Marmalade. Ooh. Marmalade. Oh, oh hey. Hey. Hey. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth. Oh. Color of café au lait. All right. Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried. More. More. More. More. More. More. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Now he's back home doing ninety-five. Ninety-five. Living a gray flannel life. But when he turns off to sleep, memories kick. More. More. More. More. More. More, more, more, more. Gitchi gitchi ya ya, da da. Da da, oh. Gitchi gitchi ya ya here. Oh. Mocha chocolata, ya ya. Oh. Creole Lady Marmalade. Ah. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? Oh. Ce soir. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Oh, my sisters, yeah. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir? Oh. Ce soir. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Come on, uh. Christina. Voulez. Pink. Lady Marmalade. Jada Kim. Hey. Hey. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Mya. Uh. Rottweiler, baby. Lady. Moulin Rouge. Ooh, da da. Miss Demeanor here. Creole Lady Marmalade. Ooh, yes. Stop