Besedila: James Fauntleroy II. How Does It Taste.

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Everything you've done to me
I'm gonna do to you
And every time you told a lie to me
Somehow it came true
And when you call my phone
I won't be home
[? ]
You can't be mad, you're getting it back

So tell me
How does it taste now
You get a little bit of your own medicine
Mix it with a bit of your own element
How does it feel now
You get a little bit of your own medicine
Tell me how does it taste
How does it taste
How does it taste

Now maybe if you walk [? ] in my shoes (uh huh)
You just might see my point of view (oh)
And I'll give anything to see the look up on your face
The second you hear
I've been out with someone else (oh)
When you tell me you love me
And I don't say it back
Tell me how you feel
Does it make you mad
I wanna know, I really hope so

So tell me
How does it taste now
You get a little bit of your own medicine
Mix it with a bit of your own element
How does it feel now
You get a little bit of your own medicine
Tell me how does it taste
How does it taste
How does it taste

Now you can take the liquid
It might be a little bitter
So take your time, sip it
You got a whole [? ]
Now I put a little bit of hurt in (oh)
I put a little drop of pain (oh)
I mix it with a bit of sorrow (oh)
And a dose of hate

How does it taste now
You get a little bit of your own medicine
Mix it with a bit of your own element
How does it feel now
You get a little bit of your own medicine
Tell me how does it taste