Gold Coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in the market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver knows he's doin' all right
You can hear them women just around midnight

Yeah, brown sugar, how come you taste so good?
I said, yeah, yeah, brown sugar
Just like a young girl should

Drums beatin' cold, English blood runs hot
Lady of the house wonderin' when it's gonna stop
The house boy knows that he's doin' all right
You should have heard him just around midnight

Come on, come on

Brown sugar, how come you look so good?
I said, yeah, yeah, brown sugar
Just like a, just like a black girl should

You got the sugar, that's what I want, baby
I'll be your sugar daddy, I promise you that

I bet your mama was a Cajun Queen
And all her boyfriends were sweet sixteen
I'm no school boy but I know what I like
You should have heard them just around midnight

Yeah, brown sugar, how come you taste so good? (Sing it)
I said, yeah, yeah, brown sugar
Just like a black girl should

I said, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Just like a young girl should
I said, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
How come you taste so good
I said, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo
Just like a, just like a young little queenie
I said, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), woo
I said, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I said, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo!

Copyright: Abkco Music Inc.
Writer(s): Keith Richards, Mick Jagger