Majour

You only get one taste
And for this gift, we are graced
You only get one taste
And for this gift, for this gift, for this gift

Wait
Wait

Now let me go
So I can brag about this gift that he stole
For all my lonely nights
I will carry this girl with me where I go

Bad taste in my mouth
You would think I'm a whore
Bad taste in my mouth
You would think I'm
You would think I'm

You only get one taste
And for this gift, fuck, we are graced
I said that you only get one taste
I said, and for this gift, and for this gift

She's likely to go, or so she'll say
That we sleep as we do to keep our nights, days away
I said love, or so she'll say
Immature love, you breed immature hate

So died the virgin
I have told you before
You're nothing special to him
And that's nothing new for, nothing new for you
Nothing new for you, you'll be born, you before

Embody me with your body
I've never seen it, I've never
Embody me with your body
I've never seen it, I've never

Embody me with your body
I've never seen it, I've never
Embody me with your body
I've never seen it, I've never

Embody me with your body
I've never seen it, I've never
You embody me with your body
I've never seen it, are you happy?