It's not the city, it's not the place I blame it on the people, I blame it on their taste It's not the girl, it's not her face I blame it on her haircut, I blame it on her taste It's not the boy, it's not his race I blame it on his uniform, I blame it on his taste Taste of friends Taste of food Taste of music Taste of mood Taste of city Taste of (?) His taste of waste His taste of same, same, same