Cravings on my soul,
Cravings on my spirit,
let me see behind your thoughts;
I wan't to taste your lyrics.
I need you on my meals,
There's no other substitute.
You just have the right appeal to complete all of my deals,
Please spice all of my fruites,
From a pineaple to a grapefruit,
My pizzas and my tacos,
My shrimps and my potatoes.
Oh, who am I to deserve you?
If I can't make a happy soul
you make the black turn into blue,
I want to get you in a bowl,
Hold you close to my taste buds;
I won't ever let you go into someone else's tortillas.