Taste Of India
God I love the sweet taste of IndiaLingers on the tip a my tongueGotta love the sweet taste of IndiaBlame it on the beat of the drum
God I love the sweet taste of IndiaLingers on the tip of my tongueGotta love what's gotten into yaAny cat man do when it's done
Yeah she's got that kind of love incenseThat lives in her back roomAnd when it mixes with the funk now friendIt turns into perfume
When you are bornYou're afraid of the darknessThen you're afraid of the lightBut I'm not afraidWhen I dance with my shadow
This time I'm gonna get it rightTo think of what I'll get tonightJust lookin' for a little taste(A taste of India)She'll steal the smile right off your face... yeah
Her Yin and YangIs just the thingShe's unpredictable my friend
God I love the sweet taste of IndiaLingers on the tip of my tongueGotta know that what's gotten into yaAny cat man do when it's done
It's like your first taste love of vindalooThat sets your heart on fireAnd if you let her stuff get into youIt will be all that'choo desire
When you make loveTo a sweet tantric priestessYou drink in the bliss of delightBut I'm not afraidWhen I dance with her shadow
This time I'm gonna get it rightShe's gonna whet my appetiteJust lookin' for a little taste(A taste of India)She'll steal the smile right off your face... yeah
She friend of mineShe concubineThe sweetest wineI gotta make her mine
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God I love the sweet taste of IndiaLingers on the tip a my tongueGod I love the sweet taste of IndiaBlame it on the beat of the drum
God I love the sweet taste of IndiaLingers on the tip a my tongueGotta know that what's gotten into yaAny cat man do when it's done
Just think of what I'll get tonightShe's gonna whet my appetiteJust lookin' for a little taste(A taste of India)She'll steal the smile right off your face