Lyrics The Worst Taste In Music (Extended) - The Radio Dept.

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 is half a promise, half a 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