It Only Takes a Taste

You know what's kinda funny?

Just seeing you, sitting here

All by yourself in your uniform

You remind me of a girl I once knew

God, by now she's well in middle age

Probably forty-one, forty-two

Huh, thank you?

What? Oh my God! No, no, no

No, 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

Oh, well

Nobody ever really notices me that way, so

Somebody did, right?

Hmm?

Because you have the-the baby

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 mama in the kitchen when we'd bake

She'd say, "Jenna, you can tell a whole story with a taste"

Yeah!

No, 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