[Dr. Pomatter] You remind me of a girl I once knew God, by now she's well in middle age She’s probably 41… or 42… [Jenna] Thank you? [Dr. Pomatter] Oh God! No, no! What I meant was that She was a waitress at a shop I used to frequent quite a lot Nice teeth and small hands And snuck me goodies I couldn't afford then She was sweet to me Reminds me of you [Jenna] Nobody ever really notices me that way [Dr. Pomatter] She'd bake the pies fresh every day Like you, I guess, but I must say If pies were books, yours would be Shakespeare's letters You remind me of her, but better It only takes a taste when it's something special It only takes a taste when you know it's good Sometimes one bite is more than enough To know you want more of the thing you just got a taste of [Jenna] That reminds me of a thing we would say Me and my mamma in the kitchen when we'd bake She'd say "Jenna, you can tell the whole story with a taste" [Dr. Pomatter] Yeah! Yeah, that's exactly what I mean I swear that as those flavors mixed and melted I could hear the sirens sing It was truly something special One taste and I want the whole thing I must say it felt like I was carried away intoxicated Made me escape the room I was in I can't help But wonder how your hands must have felt Creating such a masterful thing [Jenna] Just one bite caused all that wondering [Dr. Pomatter] It only takes a taste [Both] It only takes a taste when you know it's good Sometimes one bite is more than enough To know you want more of the thing you just got a taste of