Taste Of India
( Tyler / Perry / Ballard )



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

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

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
I'm guessin' that's an appetite
Just lookin' for a little taste
She'll steal the smile right off your face... yeah

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

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

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'choo 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 whet my appetite
Just lookin' for a little taste
(A taste of India)
She'll steal the smile right off your face... yeah

She seed is mine
She concubine
She's got the time
I gotta make her mine... shaa

Yeah...

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

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

Just think of what I'll get tonight
She'll steal the smile right off your face
Just lookin' for a little taste
(A taste of India)
She'll steal the smile right off your face

Yeah...
Yeah... yeah... yeah........




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