Taste
by Ben Webster
From the album: Count Bateman
Duration: 3:57
Lyrics for Taste
Picked you up in a Toyota Camry You flipped the channels 'til you turned on Prodigy Parked outside a bar on your old street Windows hummed like neon royalty We drank rum and sang karaoke Coldplay done in a thick Cockney Then we left and drove to another bar I put my finger between your legs in the car Your lips full, your eyes closed, oh my god No rubber, no seatbelt, and no stars Then holding the nape of your neck I came So good I can't even spell my name Oh yeah Hey give me a taste Oh yeah Then we left and went to your brother's place Did so much coke, can't feel my face Walked down, come to a familiar door Open it up, smells just like before Close your eyes and whisper like a whore Breathe me in, monsieur je t'adore All the lighthouses and the cold dead cowards And draped carnation on the tall stone towers Your lover comes to you in the cold dawn hours Whispers to you promises she'll never keep The light it creeps into your cheeks Hey give me a taste Oh yeah Hey give me a taste Oh yeah Hey give me a taste Oh yeah Hey give me a taste Oh yeah Oh yeah