Bad Taste

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 bootcut 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've got bad taste 'Cause somehow my mascara Always ends up on my face Baby, I've got bad taste He's got a mullet and his pants are too tight Flirts with my friends and tries to kiss me goodnight And my mama thinks he is the anti-Christ But I can't help 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've got bad taste And I just let that loser Put his hands around my waist Baby, I've got bad taste I know you're high fiving, fist bumping your friends But don't you go let last night start getting to your head If I'm looking at you, go and self-reflect 'Cause I'm known to take a six and try to turn him to a ten 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've got bad taste And I just let that loser Put his hands around my waist Baby, I've got bad taste