It Only Takes a Taste

You know what's kind of funny? Just seeing you sitting here all by yourself in your uniform You remind me of a girl I once knew God, by now she's well in middle age Probably 41, 42 Huh, thank you? What? Oh my God, no, no, no, no She was a waitress at a shop I used to frequent quite a lot Nice teeth and small hands And snuck me goodies, I couldn't afford them She was sweet to me Reminds me of you Hmm, oh well, nobody ever really notices me that way so Somebody did right? Hmm? Yeah, because you have the, the baby, you- She'd bake the pies fresh every day Like you I guess But I must say If pies were books, yours would be Shakespeare's letters You remind me of her But better It only takes a taste when it's something special It only takes a taste when you know it's good Sometimes one bite is more than enough To know you want more of the thing you just got a taste of That reminds me of a thing we would say Me and my mama in the kitchen when we'd bake She'd say, "Jenna, you can tell the whole story with a taste" Yeah No, that's exactly what I mean I swear that as those flavours mixed and melted I could hear the sirens sing It was truly something special One taste and I want the whole thing I must say it felt like I was carried away, intoxicated Made me escape the room I was in I can't help but wonder How your hands must have felt creating such a masterful thing Just one bite caused all that wondering It only takes a taste It only takes a taste when you know it's good Sometimes one bite is more than enough To know you want more of the thing you just got a taste of