Taste

It’s not the city, it’s not the place
I blame it on the people, I blame it on their taste
It’s not the girl, it’s not her face
I blame it on her haircut, I blame it on her taste
It’s not the boy, it’s not his race
I blame it on his uniform, I blame it on his taste
Taste of friends
Taste of food
Taste of music
Taste of mood
Taste of city
Taste of (?)
His taste of waste
His taste of same, same, same