The Wench. at The Winch.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I had recently found my old boarding school year books. I hadn't seen them in almost a decade. As I was flipping through them, I began to feel nostalgic.

Submitted: November 23, 2013

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I flipped through my high school year books.  Staring at the faces, I once knew so well. I would close my eyes and see it all so clearly. As though I was there. Back at The Winch. Smoking grass causing mayhem and falling in love, over and over again. I opened my eyes. They were moist with tears. I closed them again. Inhaled deeply, than slowly, exhaled. I did it once more and on the second inhale I smelled the fresh cut grass on the golf course.I inhaled again and this time smelled the nights sweet romantic air. I saw us once again sitting there on the wet grass. In our pajamas. We had just snuck out of our dorm. We ran like maaniacs to hide on the golf course. If we were caught, we would be expelled. We didn't care. We were rebbles.

There  we would sit, hiding from the world on a golf course which appeard to be never ending. Inhaling our Newport Cigarretts. Sippin on Nat.Ice beer which tasted like champagne and strawberries at the time.

We were rebels. We were the Ladies of Lady Marmalde. 

Once again I opened my eyes, but the vision didn’t leave. I felt myself transformed to that time and place. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the world I had missed so much. 

Dizzy from the beers and menthol cigarretts we were chain smoking. We assumed our roles. I was Christina Aguilera, Maria was Maya, Danielle was Lil’ Kim, Marcel was Missy Eliot.

We knew the dance, we had memorized the routine. There in the middle of the night we would assume our roles, of Lady Marmalade. 

[Lil’ kim:]
Where’s all mah soul sistas
Lemme hear ya’ll flow sistas

[Mya:]
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista

[Mya:]
He met Marmalade down IN old Moulin Rouge
Struttin’ her stuff on the street
She said, “Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?” Oh! uh huh

[Chorus:]
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here)
Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea)
Creole lady Marmalade

[Lil’ Kim:]
What What, What what
[Mya:]
ooh oh

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi

[Lil’ Kim:]
yea yea yea yea

[Pink:]
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that Magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets is where he started to freak
yeah

[Chorus:]
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da-da-da)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here ohooh yea yeah)
Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea)
Creole lady Marmalade

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir, what what what)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi

[Lil’ Kim:]
yea yea uh
He come through with the money in the garter belts
I let him know we bout that cake straight up the gate uh
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I’m sayin‘, why spend mine when I can spend yours
Disagree? Well that’s you and I’m sorry
Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari
wearing high heel shoes, getting love from the dudes
4 bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
by the case the meaning of expensive taste
if you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya
Mocha Chocalate-a what?
Creole Lady Marmalade
One more time C’mon now

Marmalade… Lady Marmalade… Marmalade…

[Christina:]
hey Hey Hey!
Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth
color of cafe au lait alright
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried,
More-more-more

[Pink:]
Now he’s back home doin’ 9 to 5

[Mya:]
Sleepin’ the grey flannel life
[Christina:]
But when he turns off to sleep memories creep,
More-more-more

[Chorus:]
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da daeaea yea)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (ooh)
Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea)
Creole lady Marmalade

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi (all my sistas yea)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi (C‘Mon! uh)

[Missy:]
Christina…(oh Leaeaa Oh)
Pink… (Lady Marmalade)
Lil’ Kim…(hey Hey! uh uh uh uh…)
Mya…(Oh Oh oooo)
Rockwilder baby…(baby)
Moulin Rouge… (0h)
Misdemeanor here…

Creole Lady Marmalade Yes-ah……

Yes, we were the Ladies of Lady Marmalade, or so we thought.

 


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