continue with similar.
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta love the sweet taste of India
Blame it on the beat of the drum
God I love the sweet taste of India
Lingers on the tip of my tongue
Gotta know that what's gotten into ya
Any cat man do when it's done
Oh yeah she's got that kind of love incense
That lives in her back room
And when it mixes with the funk my friend
It turns into perfume
And then vou're afraid of the light
But I'm not afraid when I dance with my shadow
This time I'm gonna get it right
To think of what I'll get tonight
Just lookin' for a little taste
She'll steal the smile right off your face
At some point the rhythm guitar plays a heavily distorted
E - F5
Also at some point, F# and F chords are arpeggiated, which lookssomething
like this:
This is followed by this little lead fill:
lead gtr(rt.spkr.)-
and then:
F = 133211 F5 = 133xx1 F# = 244322 Em = 022000
E = 022100 D = xx0232 A = x02220