Appetite Lyrics - Math And Other Problems - Marvelous 3

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)