I baked myself specially for you
You helped yourself to me1
I'd prepared myself for you
Just how a nice little dish is done
Go on taste me
Don't put me off myself
Go on try it
Don't put me off you
Go on
It was a great pleasure
To cook a heart pie for you
In a sauce of my blood
And cream of my skin
I sprinkled my broken bones
To add a bit of crunch
Go on taste me
Don't put me off myself
Go on try it
Don't put me off you
Go on
You had a bite of me
An then you spat me back out
I know I was spicy
It was the bit of Spain that showed you2
You spat me in the back3
I hear you laugh
Go on, go on, go on… Go on, taste me
1. Could be a double meaning for "you used me"2. ça vous fera le pied = that'll teach you3. Like being stabbed in the back I think.