Marvelous 3 - Appetite Lyrics
Dont make a fuss, dont make a soundI dont want this song to get shot to the groundYoure on the phone, Im all aloneAnd my heart feels about 70 poundsTell the waiter that youre doneAnd youd like it in a box to goI dont think that theres a box big enough to put it inAnd when you come home late at nightAnd your conscience carries an appetiteTake a fork and tear it apartCome on baby eat my heartStepping on pedals and breaking stringsThese are all a few of my favorite thingsBut you dont approve so I think Im gonna moveAnd Ill have my ass out of the house by springTell your mamma that I triedBut I cannot carry both of the loadsI dont think that there is a a box big enough to put them inAnd when you come home late at nightAnd your conscience carries an appetiteMy whole world is falling apartWash your hands before you startCome on baby eat my heartWhat can I do1st I think, the I loseDid your parents ever tell you that you were no good at allWhats a guy to do, scrape this mud off my shoeMy whole world is falling apartWash your hands before you startTake a fork and tear it apartCome on baby eat my heart
