Из альбома: Nine Lives
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 thatґs whatґs gotten into ya
Any Cat Man do when itґs done...
Oh yeah sheґs 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 youґre afraid of the darkness
And then youґre 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 Iґll get tonight
Just lookinґ for a little taste, a taste of India
Sheґll steal the smile right out of your face
Her yin and yang, Is just the thing
Sheґs unpredictable my friend
God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta know thatґs whatґs gotten into ya
Any cat man do when itґs done...
Itґs 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
Drinkinґ in the bliss of delight
But I'm not afraid when I dance with her shadow
The time I'm gonna get it right
Sheґs gonna whet my appetite
Just lookinґ for a little taste, taste of India
Sheґll 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 whatґs gotten into ya
Any cat man do when otґs do
Just think of what Iґll get tonight
Sheґs gonna whet my appetite
Just Just lookinґ for a little taste, taste of India
Sheґll steal the smile right out of your face