Craig David - What's Your Flava (Rewinder club mix) lyrics

Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Oooh Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Oooh Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava 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 throwing up So I called Chocolate Chip With the sweet toffee crisp and I still can't get enough You're what I want (uh) You're what I need (come on) I wanna taste ya (taste ya) And take you home with me You look so good (oh) Good enough to eat I wonder if I could peel your wrapper I could be your fantasy Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Oooh Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Oooh Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Uh, I take them in the middle of July With the drop top down and the park when its simmering These ice creams looking so fly that I just can't lie It all seems too bewildering They got these grown men running round Screaming out, acting 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 (ow) You're what I need (you're what I need) I wanna taste ya (taste ya) And take you home with me (take ya 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 Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Oooh Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Oooh Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Girl, whats your flava Whats your flava, whats your flava Tell me whats your flava Tell me whats your... Hey, I'm taking them apple and cinnamon Girls, I'm feeling them can't stop licking them Thats why they got me dribbling Hot fudge sauce and its 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 (ow) You're what I need (you're what I need) I wanna taste ya (taste ya) And take you home with me (take ya 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 Whats your flava? (come on) Tell me whats your flava (mmm) Oooh Whats your flava? (yeah) Tell me whats your flava (i wanna taste ya) Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava Oooh Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava (Tell me whats your flava) I want chocolate girl I want toffee girl I want vanilla girl To rock my world Whats your flava? Tell me whats your flava