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