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.