The Radio Dept. - The Worst Taste In Music lyrics

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