You only get one taste
And for this gift we are graced
You only get one taste
And for this gift wait
Now let me go
So I can brag about the gifts that he stole
(Thank you) For all the lonely nights
I will carry this with me where I go
Bad taste in my mouth
You would think I'm a whore
Bad taste in my mouth
You would think I'm you
You only get on taste
And for this gift we are graced
You only get one taste
And for this gift
She's likely to go,
Or so she'll say
We sleep as we do to keep our nights days away
Love, or so she'll say
Immature love
You breed immature lust
So died the virgin
I have told you before,
You we're nothing special to him
(and that's just another thing that's nothing new
For you)
You'll be born
You before
Embody me with you body
I've never seen it I have never
Embody me with your body
I've never seen it
Are you happy?