I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis, She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her shoulder 'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.
It's a honky tonk women Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.
I layed a divorcee in New York City, I had to put up some kind of a fight. The lady then she covered me in roses, She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.
It's a honky tonk women Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.
(Yeah!) It's a honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.
(Yeah!) It's a honky tonk women. Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows 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
Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot Lady of the house wonderin' 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, baby? Ah, got me feelin' now, brown sugar just like a black girl should
I bet your mama was a tent show queen Had all the boyfriends at 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, baby? 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
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