The food that I¡¯m eating
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Is suddenly tasteless
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I know I¡¯m alone now
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I know what it tastes like
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So break me to small parts
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Let go in small doses
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But spare some for spare parts
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There might be some good ones
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Like you might make a dollar
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I¡¯m inside your mouth now
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Behind your tonsils
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Peeking over your molars
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You¡¯re talking to her now
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And you¡¯ve eaten something minty
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And you¡¯re making that face that I like
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And you¡¯re going in, in for the kill, kill
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For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss
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I need your money, it¡¯ll help me
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I need your car and I need your love x2
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So won¡¯t you help a brother out?
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Won¡¯t you help a brother out?
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Won¡¯t you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
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So break me to small parts
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Let go in small doses
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But spare some for spare parts
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You might make a dollar
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Dollar, might make a dollar
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So won¡¯t you help a brother out?
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Won¡¯t you help a brother out?
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Won¡¯t you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
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So break me to small parts
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Let go in small doses
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But spare some for spare parts
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There might be some good ones
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You might make a dollar
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(There might be some good ones)
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There might be some good ones
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(You might make a dollar)
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You might make a dollar
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(There might be some good ones)
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There might be some good ones
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Ode To Divorce
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Regina Spektor |