Craig David - What's Your Flava?

What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
Oooh!
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
Oooh!
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?

I met this fly girl in a club,
Went by the name of Pecan Deluxe,
This ice-cream was high maintenance,
When I took her out, nearly cost me twenty bucks.
I 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,
You're what I need,
I wanna taste ya
And take you home with me.
You look so good,
Good enough to eat,
I wonder if I could peel your wrapper,
I could be your fantasy.

What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
Oooh!
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
Oooh!
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?

Uh, I take them in the middle of July
With the drop top down in the park when it's simmerin',
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.
But who flow better,
Know better,
Stack cheddar,
Get more tongues wetter
Than this ice-cream veteran?

You're what I want,
You're what I need,
I wanna taste ya
And take you home with me.
You look so good,
Good enough to eat,
I wonder if I could peel your wrapper,
I could be your fantasy.

What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
Oooh!
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
Oooh!
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?

Girl, what's your flavour?
What's your flavour, what's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
Tell me what's your...

Hey, I'm takin' them apple and cinnamon,
Girls, I'm feelin' them, can't stop lickin' them,
That's why they got me dribblin',
Hot fudge sauce and it's all over 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 need,
I wanna taste ya
And take you home with me.
You look so good,
Good enough to eat,
I wonder if I could peel your wrapper,
I could be your fantasy.

What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
Oooh!
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?
Oooh!
What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?

I want chocolate girl,
I want toffee girl,
I want vanilla girl
To rock my world.

What's your flavour?
Tell me what's your flavour?