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, breaking the 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 the spring Tell your mama that I tried But I cannot carry both of the loads I don't think that there is a box Big enough to put them in When you come home late at night And your conscience carries an appetite My whole world is falling apart Wipe your hands before you start Come on, baby, eat my heart Come on, baby, eat my heart What can I do? First I think, then 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 of my shoes 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 Tear it apart (Come on, baby, eat my heart) Tear it apart (Come on, baby, eat my heart) Tear it apart (Come on, baby, eat my heart) © SONOTROCK MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com