Taste
He tastes like the beginning of the end
Lips are sugar free what kind of message are you trying to send
He'll turn you inside out and make your back bend
She kinda tastes like me oh yeah I've tasted all your friends
Your friends
Your friends
It's all about the taste
Put your hand across my waist
Forget the give I want the take
Bleed dry every heart you break
Your blood boils every time that I mention him
It must really wind you up to know he's been under my skin
I kinda like the way it feels just like a sin
You wouldn't want it if you really knew where I'd been
I'd been
I'd been
It's all about the taste
Put your hand across my waist
Forget the give I want the take
Bleed dry every heart you break
It looks like you were lost and never found
I still wonder what it's like when you're clothes hit the ground
Do you still think of me when no one else is around
Your body's speaking volumes but you don't make a sound
A sound
A sound
It's all about the taste
Put your hand across my waist
Forget the give I want the take
Bleed dry every heart you break
Taste
Taste
It's all about the taste
Taste
Taste
It's all about the taste
Taste
Taste
It's all about the taste
Taste
Taste
It's all about the taste
It's all about the taste
Put your hands across my waist
Forget the give I want the take
Bleed dry every heart you break
Lips are sugar free what kind of message are you trying to send
He'll turn you inside out and make your back bend
She kinda tastes like me oh yeah I've tasted all your friends
Your friends
Your friends
It's all about the taste
Put your hand across my waist
Forget the give I want the take
Bleed dry every heart you break
Your blood boils every time that I mention him
It must really wind you up to know he's been under my skin
I kinda like the way it feels just like a sin
You wouldn't want it if you really knew where I'd been
I'd been
I'd been
It's all about the taste
Put your hand across my waist
Forget the give I want the take
Bleed dry every heart you break
It looks like you were lost and never found
I still wonder what it's like when you're clothes hit the ground
Do you still think of me when no one else is around
Your body's speaking volumes but you don't make a sound
A sound
A sound
It's all about the taste
Put your hand across my waist
Forget the give I want the take
Bleed dry every heart you break
Taste
Taste
It's all about the taste
Taste
Taste
It's all about the taste
Taste
Taste
It's all about the taste
Taste
Taste
It's all about the taste
It's all about the taste
Put your hands across my waist
Forget the give I want the take
Bleed dry every heart you break
Credits
Writer(s): Naomi Rose A Dawes
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