Will you find my (taste)



Am I really all the things that are outside of me?

Would I complete myself without the things I like around?

Does the music that I make play on my awkward face?

Do you appreciate the subtleties of taste, bud?



My friend and me were having a laugh

In a living room filled with arts and crafts

He said "I like their clothes and their china plates

But what I really want is a simple place

With no flashy clothes 'cause you can't eat those"



(I don't get them, not their hearts, their taste

There's no need to protect my comforts

Serious threats, threats, threats)



Only Ma'd pretend to like the clothes she showed to me

Something in my heart can tell me it's a weakness

And maybe you would have more luck playing those tasty games

But me, I called and called and never heard from her again



(I know that body's built like rock

But I'll take you on

How would you talk to all your kids?

Keep them on your knee)??



It'd sure feel good to share our favorite things

I'll keep an open mind if you let me in

Don't let your temper rise, don't get a bitter face

Try not to judge me on my kind of taste

And don't go changing clothes when they don't like yours



(I don't get them, not their hearts, their taste

There's no need to protect my comforts

Serious threats, threats, threats)



Is it best we share our taste?

Am I really all the things that are outside of me?