It's All A Matter Of Taste - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
IT'S ALL A MATTER OF TASTE. Copyright, 1884, by Willis Woodward & Co. 
Each man has his method of getting along O'er life's dark desert and waste, Some think that he's right and some think that he's wrong But it's all a matter of taste; Some girls think a husband is only a bore, And say, " Don't marry in haste; " Some marry one husband and then they want more, Hut it's all a matter of taste; Some sing the old song about needles and pins. And say when you're married your trouble begins; While some are not happy until they have twins, Hut it's all a matter of taste. 
Some men prize a maiden who's rosy and fat, And measures a mile 'round the waist; Some men want them thin and no bigger than that, Hut it's all a matter of taste; Some dote on a foot that's a tiny wee bit In a speck of a slipper encased, While some like a foot that can " get up and git," Hut that's a matter of taste; Some like a quick eye with a flash that is bright, Some like a sad eye full of dreamy delight, While some like an eye that has been out all night, But that's a matter of taste. 
Some men may object to a street full of dirt, Debased, defaced and disgraced, While others may claim that the dirt doesn't hurt, Hut that's a matter of taste; Some men at election will smile upon fraud, And prove that all faith is misplaced; Some ballot box stuffing will even applaud, Hut that's a matter of taste; Some men want a candidate fearless and free. While some like a man who will seize any plea To get into office-like Benjamin B.-But it's all a matter of taste.