Lirieke:
Divine Brown

a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing all right Hear him with the women just around midnight (Brown sugar) How come you taste so good? (Brown

my brand new garms on, dress to impress Got my phone line popping, all these beanies gotta crush Keep something in my pocket case these fellas try and rush Brown

with the rhythm of the future Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future Hit 'em with the rhythm of the future In the future, it's gonna be a rhythm divine

brown skinned lady Such a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady

she is, she's a brown skinned lady Such a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a brown skinned lady She's a

Divine intervention in this decaying world While a hip young dude stood passionately Succumbing to the he dog sound Of the mystifying beat combo that

, they could not see You, the real You? Have I changed the true reflection, to fulfill my own design Making You want, I want, not showing You forth divine, divine

no one else who makes me want to lose myself In the mysterious distance between a man and a woman Brown eyed girl across the street on rue Saint Divine

flame of tenderness Oh, favoured concubine Lift the veil and my will shall be thine I will be still and not complain Give up my will into the flame Anoint your brow