The Worst Taste In Music [The Radio Dept.]

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

But he's got the worst taste in music
If I didn't know this I'd lose it

Keen On Boys [The Radio Dept.]

Already dead
So kill my head
There's a sun in his eyes
It won't go away
I'm already dead
Why is it I can't kill my...

He would never sleep
Said I didn't mind it at all
Made me feel quite cheap
Looking back on it all
Then there was this kiss
He said thet he couldn't resist
And was I aware of what I missed?

That night I slept on his couch
With my back turned to the wall
Nothing assumed but you know?
You know... you know
In the morning we said nothing at all
All I could think of what this
He said that he couldn't resist
And was I aware of what I missed?