Letra de Ode to Divorce
The food that I'm eating Is suddenly tasteless I know I'm alone now I know what it tastes likeSo break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts There might be some good onesLike you might make a dollar I'm inside your mouth now Behind your tonsils Peeking over your molarsYou're talking to her now You've eaten something minty And you're making that face that I like And you're going in, in for the kill, kill For the killer kiss, kiss For the kiss, kissI need your money, it'll help me I need your car and I need your love I need your money, it'll help me I need your car and I need your loveSo won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?Just break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts You might make a dollarYou might make a dollar Dollar You might make a dollarSo won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out? Won't you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?Just break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare some for spare parts There might be some good onesYou might make a dollar (There might be some good ones) There might be some good ones (You might make a dollar) You might make a dollar (There might be some good ones) There might be some good ones