He says He likes my taste But I bite his tongue You know, just in case He starts to fall in love I can't stand his face But I like his feel I'm all over the place He thinks I'm the real deal One cigarette Before he parts, I watch him go Tugs on my heart The smell of wood when I breathe him in Doesn't know where I've been Oh it's on my skin Not a trace of guilt Not a glimpse of regret I'll sit still and hold my breath Starts to bleed all down his lip Starts to weep as I tighten my grip Oh, he likes my taste He thinks I'm the real deal