 There's a secret place I hide that's deep inside of me
An elusive voice that tells me what I like, now
You might think I'm gonna judge you in your fancy place
I don't really give that credit to what taste does 'cause
I don't care if you don't like that
You get your feelings hurt
But I'm okay with that
And if I like you
It's for your simple ways
And we will always be at a tasty place
And you can cook a rose but I don't eat those
Taste!
And I didn't pretend to like the clothes you chose for me
Something in my heart, it tells me it's a weakness
But I like shiny things and flower prints you wouldn't dare
Take a woman's blouse and set it for your son to wear
When we share our points of view
You get a glimpse of me
I get a glimpse of you
And I don't really care
If I don't change your ways
We will always be at the tasty place
And you can cook a rose but I don't eat those
Taste!
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I really all the things that are outside of me?
Am I real? Am I real? Am I real?
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