Elizabeth Nichols

Mar 21

My room might as well be painted neon green
And I buy all my wine from the corner grocery
And I’ve been sleeping great in polyester sheets
I’ll show up to a wedding wearing boot cut jeans

So it’s no surprise
I’ve been checking you all night
Biting my lip
And giving you eyes, but

Don’t you take it as a compliment if I invite you up to my place
And you should go and seek therapy if you make it past one date
Cause baby, I got bad taste

And somehow my mascara always ends up on my face
Baby, I got bad taste

He’s got a mullet and his pants are too tight
Flirts with my friends then tries to kiss me goodnight
My mama thinks he is the Anti-christ
But I can’t but think he’s the love of my life

So it’s no surprise
I’ve been checking you all night
Biting my lip
And giving you eyes, but

Don’t you take it as a compliment if I invite you up to my place
And you should go and seek therapy if you make it past one date
Cause baby, I got bad taste

And I just let that loser put his hands around my waist
Baby, I got bad taste

I know that you’re high fiving,
Fist bumping your friends,
But don’t you go let last night
Start gettin’ to your head
If I’m looking at you, go and self reflect
Cause I’m known to take a 6
And try to turn him to a 10

Don’t you take it as a compliment if I invite you up to my place
And you should go and seek therapy if you make it past one date
Cause baby, I got bad taste

And I just let that loser put his hands around my waist
Baby, I got bad taste