Brown Sugar (Live)

Gold coast, slave, ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in New Orleans.
Scared old slaver knows he's doing alright,
Hear him whip the women just around midnight.

Brown sugar, how come you taste so good? Ah-ha.
Brown sugar, just like a young girl should, un-hunh.

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.
Yeah!

[Instrumental break.]

Ahhh, get along, brown sugar,
How come you taste so good, baby?
Ahhh, got me feelin' now, brown sugar,
Just like a black girl should, hey.

(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?
Ahh, brown sugar just like a young girl should, yeah.

I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!
How come ya, how come ya taste so good?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!
Just like a, just like a black girl should.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!

[Instrumental to end.]