Good Taste

I would like to know what you would like to see me for

I'll dream of some excuse and tack it to the door

In the interest of good taste

You should let things lie

I see her stand in my doorway

But she won't let me by

Perfume kings cut their machines manufacturing your scent

I can flip through magazines with no danger of regret

In the interest of good taste

You should let things lie

I see her stand in my doorway

But she won't let me by

I would like to know what you would like to see me for

I'll dream of some excuse and I'll tack it to the door

In the interest of good taste

You should let things lie

I see her stand in my doorway

But she won't let me hide