3 Marvelous - Appetite Lyrics

Don't make a fuss, don't make a sound

I don't want this song to get shot to the ground

You're on the phone, I'm all alone

And my heart feels about 70 pounds

Tell the waiter that you're done

And you'd like it in a box to go

I don't think that there's a box big enough to put it in


And when you come home late at night

And your conscience carries an appetite

take a fork and tear it apart

come on baby eat my heart


stepping on pedals and breaking strings

these are all a few of my favorite things

but you don't approve so I think I'm gonna move

And I'll have my ass out of the house by spring

tell your mamma that I tried

but I cannot carry both of the loads

I don't think that there is a a box big enough to put them in


And when you come home late at night

And your conscience carries an appetite

My whole world is falling apart

Wash your hands before you start

Come on baby eat my heart


What can I do

1st I think, the I lose

Did your parents ever tell you that you were no good at all

What's a guy to do, scrape this mud off my shoe


My whole world is falling apart

Wash your hands before you start

Take a fork and tear it apart

Come on baby eat my heart