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