Craig David - What's Your Flava? Lyrics

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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

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lyrics submitted by Shyam Khemai
lyrics corrected by $un$hine Prince$$ on 27-08-2009