Particular Taste - Shawn Mendes

She don’t listen to a thing, 'less it feels right

Only dances when it’s Kanye

She could take you one-on-one if she feels like

You’ll be begging her for mercy, mercy

Ooh, she’ll take your name and number

Then she’ll hit erase and walk away

But ooh, she’s so specific when she’s at my place

At my place

She’s got particular taste, yeah

She’s so obsessed with the chase, yeah

She don’t waste time on conversations, no

She just goes right for the face, yeah

She’s so particular

Never pickin' up her phone 'less it rings twice

Only answers with a question, «Mhm?»

If I try to play it cool, it never goes right

Got me drownin', drownin', ah

Ooh, she’ll take your name and number

Then she’ll hit erase and walk away

But ooh, she’s so specific when she’s at my place

At my place

She’s got particular taste, yeah

She’s so obsessed with the chase, yeah

She don’t waste time on conversations, no

She just goes right for the face, yeah (she just goes, she)

She’s so particular

I’m so obsessed with her, yeah

She’s so particular

I’m so obsessed with her, yeah

She’s so particular

She’s the best at getcha' thinkin' that she don’t care

Knows exactly what she wants, uhh

Now she’s runnin' all her fingers right through my hair

And it means that

She’s got particular taste (she's got particular taste)

She’s so obsessed with the chase, yeah

She don’t waste time on conversations, no

She just goes right for the face, yeah (she just goes, she)

She’s so particular

I’m so obsessed with her, yeah

She’s so particular (she just goes, she)

I’m so obsessed with her, yeah (she's so particular, she just goes)

She’s got particular taste