Brown sugar
The Rolling Stones rock
Gold coast slave ship bound for cot-ton fields
Sold in a mar-ket down in New Or-leans
Scarred old sla-ver know he’s doin’ al-right
Hear him whip the wo-men just a-round mid-night
Brown su-gar
How come you taste so go-od?
Ah ah
Brown su-gar
Just like a young girl should
Ah ah ah ah ah
Whoo
Whoo
Drums beating cold En-glish blood runs hot
La-dy of the house won-de-rin’ where it’s gon-na stop
House boy knows that he’s doing al-right
You shoul-da heard him just a-round mid-night
Brown su-gar
How come you taste so go-od?
Ah
Brown su-gar
Just like a young girl shou-ould
Ah yeah
Get down to the ground brown su-gar
How come you taste so go-od?
Ah get down get down
The brown su-gar
Just like a young girl shou-ould
Yeah
Ah I bet your ma-ma was a tent show queen
And all her boy friends were sweet six-teen
I’m no school-boy but I know what I like
You shoul-da heard me just a-round mid-night
Brown su-gar
How come you taste so go-od?
Yeah
Ah, come down
Brown su-gar
Just like a young girl shou-ould
Yeah-eah-eah
I say yeah yeah yeah
Whooo
I want
I wan-t
Taste so good
Yeah yeah yeah
Whooo
I want
How come you taste so good?
Yeah yeah yeah
Whooo