It Only Takes a Taste

You know what's kind of funny?
Just seeing you sitting here all by yourself in your uniform
You remind me of a girl I once knew
God, by now she's well in middle age
Probably 41, 42
Huh, thank you?

What? Oh my God, no, no, no, no
She was a waitress at a shop I used to frequent quite a lot
Nice teeth and small hands
And snuck me goodies, I couldn't afford them
She was sweet to me
Reminds me of you

Hmm, oh well, nobody ever really notices me that way so
Somebody did right?
Hmm?
Yeah, because you have the, the baby, you-

She'd bake the pies fresh every day
Like you I guess
But I must say
If pies were books, yours would be Shakespeare's letters
You remind me of her
But better

It only takes a taste when it's something special
It only takes a taste when you know it's good
Sometimes one bite is more than enough
To know you want more of the thing you just got a taste of

That reminds me of a thing we would say
Me and my mama in the kitchen when we'd bake
She'd say, "Jenna, you can tell the whole story with a taste"

Yeah
No, that's exactly what I mean
I swear that as those flavours mixed and melted
I could hear the sirens sing
It was truly something special
One taste and I want the whole thing

I must say it felt like I was carried away, intoxicated
Made me escape the room I was in
I can't help but wonder
How your hands must have felt creating such a masterful thing
Just one bite caused all that wondering
It only takes a taste

It only takes a taste when you know it's good
Sometimes one bite is more than enough
To know you want more of the thing you just got a taste of