Ode To Divorce Lyrics - Soviet Kitsch - Regina Spektor

The food that I'm eating 

Is suddenly tasteless 

I know I'm alone now 

I know what it tastes like 

So break me to small parts 

Let go in small doses 

But spare some for spare parts 

There might be some good ones 

Like you might make a dollar 

I'm inside your mouth now 

Behind your tonsils 

Peeking over your molars 

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You'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, kiss 

I 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 love 

So 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 dollar 

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You might make a dollar 

Dollar 

You might make a dollar 

So 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 ones 

You 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