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 in 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 


But he's got the worst taste in music 

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