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 . . .

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