It Only Takes A Taste (from Waitress The Musical) sing and play along

You remind me of a girl I once knew.

God, by now she's well in middle age,

probably fortyone, or fortytwo.

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.

She'd bake the pies fresh ev'ry 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.

That reminds me of a thing we would say,

me and my mama, in the kitchen when we'd bake.

She'd say, "Jenna, you could tell the whole story with a taste."

No, that's exactly what I mean.

I swear that as the 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.

Just one bite caused all that wondering?

It only takes a taste.

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.