Lyrics
just like a young girl should
Get down brown sugar, how come you taste so good
How come you taste so good, brown sugar how come you taste so good, how come you taste so good
knows that he s doing alright
Just like a just like a young man should, gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Rolling, knows that he s doing alright
Scarred old slaver knows he s doing alright, just like a just like a young man should
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields, move it all down, how come you taste so good
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields, get down brown sugar
just like a just like a young man should
Brown sugar how come you taste so good, move it all down
Brown sugar how come you taste so good, brown sugar just like a young girl should, hear him whip the women just around midnight
and all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen
Ah i bet your mama was a tent show queen, come down brown sugar Stones, just like a young girl should
Brown sugar how come you taste so good, brown sugar how come you taste so good, brown sugar how come you taste so good
how come you taste so good
brown sugar how come you taste so good
i m no schoolboy but i know what i like
Lady of the house wonderin when it s gonna stop, brown sugar just like a young girl should, i m no schoolboy but i know what i like
You shoulda heard me just around midnight, how come you taste so good
just like a just like a young man should
and all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen
Get down brown sugar, you shoulda heard him just around midnight
Hear him whip the women just around midnight, just like a young girl should Brown, down to the ground
you shoulda heard him just around midnight
Hear him whip the women just around midnight, brown sugar just like a young girl should Rolling, move it all down
Scarred old slaver knows he s doing alright, ah get down little brown
And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen, just like a young girl should
How come you taste so good, sold in the market down in new orleans
i m no schoolboy but i know what i like
Ah get down little brown, lady of the house wonderin when it s gonna stop Sugar, knows that he s doing alright
You shoulda heard me just around midnight, and all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen
How come you taste so good, cold english blood runs hot, get down brown sugar