Mmm I've heard it before
From your lips a thousand times
Oh the shit you calculate
Without conviction or reasoning
I feel it against my back
Eyes on your prize
Knowing that I am your bulls eye
My oranges, my peaches, my mangoes
My body's moving slow
The feel of your gaze
Know that it's not for you
I'm not for you
The feel of your weight
Know that I'm not for you
I'm not for you
I don't ask
I don't want
Hands off
I don't ask
I don't
Taste is out the window
Lover told you to be gentle
Don't call back, when they say hang up
Don't drive fast, when they say ease up
Did your mother teach you right?
Can you fall asleep at night?
Can you face the guilt inside?
Your target is the mirror
Taste
Taste
Taste
Taste