The Worst Taste In Music

He can't forget you

You're quite a find

In my mind I see how he gets you

To close your eyes

Kiss the skies

You race down the stairs in the morning

A kiss is half promise, half warning

Why would you bother to hang around?

Even for some time now

There will be others to frown upon

If it turns you on

But he's got the worst taste in music

If I didn't know this, I'd lose it

He's got the worst taste in music

If I didn't know, this I'd lose it