Craig David: What's your flava

What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (Ooh)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (What's your flava)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (Ooh)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
I met this girl fly girl in the club
Went by the name of Pecan, ooh, Deluxe
This ice cream was high maintenance
When I took her out nearly cost me 20 bucks
Met this chick named Walnut Whip
Nearly made me sick to the point of throwin' up
So I called Chocolate Chip with the sweet toffee crisp
And I still can't get enough
You're what I want (Ah)
You're what I need (Come on)
I wanna taste you (Taste you)
Take you home with me (Ah)
You look so good
Good enough to eat
I wonder if I could peel your wrapper
{I could be your fantasy}
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (Ooh)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (What's your flava)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (Ooh)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
Uh, I take 'em in the middle, let you lie
With the drop top down in the park when it's summerin'
These ice creams lookin' so fly
That I just can't lie, it all seems too bewilderin'
They got these grown men runnin' 'round
Screamin' out, actin' worse than children
Flow better know better stack cheddar
Get more tongue, spread her than this ice cream veteran
You're what I want (I)
You're what I need (Know what I need)
I wanna taste you (Taste you)
Take you home with me (Take you home with me)
You look so good (You look so good)
Good enough to eat
I wonder if I could peel your wrapper
{I could be your fantasy}
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (Ooh)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (What's your flava)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (Ooh)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
What's your flava
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava
Come on
Tell me what's your flava
Hey, I'm takin' them apple and cinnamon
Girls, I'm feelin' them, can't stop checkin' them
That's why they got me tricklin'
Hot fudge sauce on the sole of my Timberlands
I take them caramel with a hint of vanilla
With a little chocolate sprinklings
They make me spend my dividends
These sweet things make me feel like a kid again
You're what I want (You're what I want)
You're what I need (You're what I need)
I wanna taste you (Taste you)
Take you home with me (Take you home with me)
You look so good (You look so good)
Good enough to eat
I wonder if I can peel your wrapper
{I could be your fantasy}
What's your flava (Come on)
Tell me what's your flava (Mmm)
What's your flava (Yeah)
Tell me what's your flava (I wanna taste you)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (Come on)
What's your flava (Now tell me what's your flava)
Tell me what's your flava (On top now, girl)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (On top, girl)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (On top, girl)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava (On top, girl)
What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava