Taste Of India

God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta love the sweet taste of India
Blame it on the beat of the drum

God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta know that what’s gotten into you
Any cat man do when it’s done

Yeah, she’s got that kind of love incense
That lives in her back room
And when it mixes with the funk my friend
It turns into perfume

When you are born
You’re afraid of the darkness
Then you’re afraid of the light
But I’m not afraid
When I dance with my shadow

This time I’m gonna get it right
To think of what I’ll get tonight
Just lookin’ for a little taste
(A Taste Of India)
She’ll steal the smile right off your face

Her Yin and Yang
Is just the thing
She’s unpredictable my friend

God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta know that what’s gotten into you
Any cat man do when it’s done

It’s like your first taste, love, of vindaloo
That sets your heart on fire
And if you let her stuff get into you
It will be all that you desire

When you make love to
A sweet tantric priestess
You drink in the bliss of delight
But I’m not afraid
When I dance with her shadow

This time I’m gonna get it right
She’s gonna wake my appetite
Just lookin’ for a little taste
(A Taste Of India)
She’ll steal the smile right off your face

She a friend of mine
She a concubine
The sweetest wine
I gotta make her mine

God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue