The Worst Taste In Music
The Radio Dept.
The Worst Taste In Music 歌词
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
