Bobbing For Apples Lyrics - Regina Spektor

Bobbing for apples in Somalia 

The man with the iron curtain is following you 

No one's coming for tea-time 

Except my own holy ghost 

You're somewhere far, probably drinking a whiskey 

I dating jack daniel's and caleb—with miss nicky—tea, 

Nachos with cocoa—hey, to each his own 

Lovely people, lovely places 

I can't remember names and I can't remember faces 

Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs 

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Hey, light fixture, you are much too bright 

Oh, won't you stay with me through the night 

Just grab a pillow tight 

And wait for the dizziness to pass 

Rock and roll, you ate my soul 

You sucked dry my bones but you spit out my mole 

I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end 

Lovely people, lovely places 

Drunken faces, slurring their phrases 

I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end 

You so jealous, I'm so lonely 

You'll never forgive me but I love you only 

I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end 

You so jealous, I'm so lonely 

You'll never forgive me but I love you only 

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Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs 

Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs 

Someone next door's fucking to one of my 

One of my 

So-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-aww 

Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs