And you know what we're gonna do. Yeah, Gold Coast safe, she bought me a carton of beer Sold in the laundry down in New Orleans She's got no shame, I know it's doin' alright Yeah, we'll hit the rim, it's just around midnight Brown sugar, how come you taste so good? Brown sugar, just like a young girl should Yeah, drums beatin', cold English blood runs hot Lady of the house, wonder when it's gonna stop Boy knows that it's doin' alright Yeah, we'll hit the rim, it's just around midnight Brown sugar, how come you taste so good? Brown sugar, just like a young girl should Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I get down to the rim Brown sugar, how come you taste so good? I get down to the rim Yeah, brown sugar, just off of your shirt I bet your mama would attend your queen And all her boyfriends would say stay I'm no schoolboy, but I know what I like You should have me just around midnight Brown sugar, how come you taste so good? I get down to the rim Brown sugar, just off of your shirt I get down to the rim Brown sugar, how come you taste so good? I get down to the rim Brown sugar, move it around Move it around I get down to the rim Brown sugar, just live on it Live on it I get down on your knees Brown sugar, how come, how come I get down, down, down, down I get down to the rim I get down to the rim Brown sugar, how come you taste so good? I get down to the rim Brown sugar, how come you taste so good?