Chief Justice to ``Brown Sugar'' by The Rolling Stones

Bright blue eyes, brown hair, so fresh, so clean
Card says you're fifty-three; that ass is eighteen
Love to see you out at West End some night
Going home with you, you know I'd be all right

Chief Justice, how come you taste so nice
(yeah) Chief Justice, c'mon babe, what's your price?
No-no
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields,
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver know he's doin alright
Hear him whip the women, just around midnight

Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good
(a-ha) brown sugar, just like a young girl should
A-huh

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