Brown Sugar

Gold Coast slave ship bound for Cottonfields

Sold in a market down in New Orleans

Scarred old slave, her nose is doing all right

Pair 'em with the women just around midnight

Brown sugar, how come you taste so good, yeah

Brown sugar, just like a young girl should, yeah

Drums beating cold, English blood runs hot

Lady of the house wondering where it's gonna stop

Houseboy 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

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

Oh, brown sugar, just like a black girl should, yeah

Now, I bet your mama was a ten-show queen

And all her boyfriends were a 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?

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

I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whoo

How come you, how come you taste so good?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoo

Just like a, just like a black girl should

Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoo