You remind me of a girl I once knew
God, by now she's well in middle age
She’s probably 41… or 42…
Thank you?
Oh God! No, no! What I meant was that
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 then
She was sweet to me
Reminds me of you
Nobody ever really notices me that way
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 mamma in the kitchen when we'd bake
She'd say "Jenna, you can tell the whole story with a taste"
Yeah!
Yeah, that's exactly what I mean
I swear that as those flavors 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