Текст песни 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´s 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, a taste of India She´ll steal the smile right out of 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´s what´s gotten into ya Any cat man do when it´s done... It´s like the 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 priestress Drinkin´ in the bliss of delight But I'm not afraid when I dance with her shadow The 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 out of 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 that sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta know that what´s gotten into ya Any cat man do when ot´s do Just think of what I´ll get tonight She´s gonna whet my appetite Just Just lookin´ for a little taste, taste of India She´ll steal the smile right out of your face