Taste Of India (Tyler, Perry, Ballard)

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 ya Any cat man do when it's done

Oh 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 And 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, 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 ya 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 the 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, 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

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 ya Any cat man do when it's done

Just think of what I'll get tonight She's gonna whet my appetite

Just lookin' for a little taste, taste of India She'll steal the smile right off your face