What's Your Flava? - Craig David

I met this fly girl in the club

Went by the name of pecan deluxe

This ice cream was high maintenance

When I took her out,

Man it cost me 20 box

Met this chick named walnut whip

Nearly made me sick to the point of throwing up So I called chocolate chip

With the sweet toffee crisp

And I still can’t get enough

Your what I want

Your what I need

I wanna taste you (taste you)

Take you home with me You look so good

Good enough to eat

I wonder if I can peel your wrapper

If I can be your fantasy

What’s your flava?

Tell me what’s your flava

I take 'em in the middle of July

With that drop top down in the park

When it’s summerin'

These ice cream lookin' so fly

That I just can’t lie

It all seems too bewildering

The got these grown men,

Running 'round

Screaming out

Acting worse than chidren

But who flow

Better know

Better stack cheddar

Get more tongue

Better than this ice cream

Better than

Your what I want

Your what I need

I wanna taste you (taste you)

Take you home with me You look so good

Good enough to est

I wonder if I can peel your wrapper

If I can be your fantasy

What’s your flava?

Tell me what’s your flava

Hey, I’m taking them apple and cinnamon

Girls aren’t feelin them, can’t stop drippin' them

That’s why they got me dribbling

Hot fudge sauce on the soles of my timberlands

I take them caramel with a hint of vanilla

With a little chocolate sprinkling

That make me spend my dividends

These sweet things make me feel like a kid again

Your what I want

Your what I need

I wanna taste you (taste you)

Take you home with me You look so good

Good enough to eat

I wonder if I can peel your wrapper

If I can be your fantasy

What’s your flava?

Tell me what’s your flava