Sangtekst: Radio Dept. Passive Aggressive: Singles 2002-2010. The Worst Taste in Music.
He can't forget you, you're quite a find
In my mind I see how he gets you
To close your eyes, kiss the skies
You race down the stairs in the morning
A kiss in half promise, half warning
Why would you bother to hang around?
Even for some time now
There will be others to frown upon
If it turns you on
But he's got the worst taste in music
If I didn't know this I'd lose it
He's got the worst taste in music
If I didn't know this I'd lose it
In my mind I see how he gets you
To close your eyes, kiss the skies
You race down the stairs in the morning
A kiss in half promise, half warning
Why would you bother to hang around?
Even for some time now
There will be others to frown upon
If it turns you on
But he's got the worst taste in music
If I didn't know this I'd lose it
He's got the worst taste in music
If I didn't know this I'd lose it
Radio Dept
Passive Aggressive: Single
Radio Dept