SPICES

SPICES Like I’m browsing near a supermarket stand The air is thick and loaded close at hand We’re dancing in a spin We’re class mates at a gym My hormone’s are in full flow I gonna say hey go Go on with what your thoughts are dreaming You’re cooking a dish - your sweat is streaming Your ovens on max and it’s turbo hot And I’m getting sucked in by the plot And I’m lovin’ your spices - lovin’ your spice Lovin’ your spices – lovin’ your spiciness Like I’m hanging out near an Indian freak out show You’re lighting up fires and I’m breathing in the smoke You lead me to the trenches People lie out on benches Wanna to be close and still Cause I got a space to fill Yeah I want to get to taste your cooking show Take it on the tongue and feel it glow Cause when you’re throwin’ it in the grind Your taste I want right down inside Cause I’m lovin’ your spices – lovin’ your spices Lovin’ your spices – lovin your spiciness Your party’s come to me A fragrant tidal wave You danced me to this corner And I wanna misbehave I just want to taste your cooking show . . .