I once had a taste for the high life
So I borrowed my way to the top
I'd charge this and borrow that
Until finally it came to a Stop.
My taste for the high life was short and sweet
And now I'm back in the slums
My penthouse, of course, looks down and laughs
While I scrounge around looking for crumbs.
My taste-buds I blame for my downfall
They desired much more than I earned,
But I, like a fool, fulfilled every yen
And gave in to whatever they yearned.
One taste bud wanted a fancy car
While another longed for a boat,
And the taste bud that wanted the Paris trip
Couldn't go 'till we had a mink coat.
If only, if only...I had remembered Eve
And the way she had done us all in.
With her taste for that apple a long time ago
That brought down our world with her sin.
Well, I'll wrap this up with a cautionary note:
With a word of advice that I'll share...
God gives us hearing, smell & sight,
But with "touch" and "taste" - Be Aware!
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