I might as well be painted neon green
And I buy all my wine from the corner grocery
And I'm sleeping gray 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'm
back to up to my place And you should go and seek therapy if you
make it past one day Cause baby I got bad taste
Cause 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 and tries to kiss me goodnight
My mama thinks he is the antichrist 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'm back to up to my place
And you should go and seek therapy if you make
it past one day Cause baby I got bad taste
And I just let that loser put his hands around my waist
I know you're high-fiving,
this 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'm back to up to my place
And you should go and seek therapy if you make it past one day
Cause baby I got bad taste
And I just let that loser put his hands
around my waist
Baby I got bad taste