Flavours Lyrics

Papa para para pararara, papa para pa

Papa para para pararara, papa para pa

Papa para para pararara, papa para pa

Oooh, this song… "Ain't no way for me to become what you need"

You dropped your dress on the floor, you got me on my knees

And I spent all night

Wondering what'll happen when this silver-moon sky

Clears its way to a real life instead…

And this summer dream will sink into the past…

I'm sugar-white against your quavers

Chocolate is your tone of skin

Let's spice the nation up with all our flavours!

Put your glasses on, let's live it up!

Bask life while we're young

Drifting with the wind straight to the fall

Yin-yang, black and white, don't give us up,

But you stick to the song and say:

"Love will never fix this wicked world"

Protests, people in the streets are mad

(In the streets, they're mad)

We can join them, fighting for our right to love

(We have the right to love, we have the right to love)

It's the 60s, all these racists won't win the war…

And I've painted coloured faces in the car (in the car, yeah),

And we can ride (and we can reach for the stars)

Till the skyline meets the stars (and lie with the stars),

And I think you don't mind if I'm white or pink,

So I hope you take my hand and we get away…

Let's write an anthem about this state of mind

The way you shake your hair to turn me on is so wild

"The time is always good to do what's just", that's what we say

And still, like ashes, we'll rise, yeah

Papa para para pararara, papa para pa

Papa para para pararara, papa para pa

Papa para para pararara, papa para pa

Oooh, this song… "Ain't no way for me to become what you need"

You dropped your dress on the floor, you got me on my knees