Song Lyrics by: Michael Sean Perry

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Mix it up in my coffee put a spoonful in my tea

Sprinkle your love on my tongue babe and make a sweet man out of me

My Brown Sugar, I’ll tell you it tastes better in the raw

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She puts it in her cookie, she puts some in her pie

She knows I can’t help it, her sweet stuff she has to hide

Morning noon and night I got my hand in her cookie jar all the time

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I work in a factory, making refined sugar all day

That ole clock whistle sets me on my way

Hurry home awaiting fun you know it tastes best on her sticky buns

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Go to church every Sunday and on my knees I pray

Lord life’s been good so far just don’t take my sugar away

Beg forgiveness for all my sins can’t tell by the wideness of my grin

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Now you’ve heard of my sugar hope you have one too

If not then don’t get caught cause I ain’t giving mine to you

She’s my Brown Sugar, I’ll tell you it tastes better in the raw