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The food that Im eating
Is suddenly tasteless
I know Im 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
Im inside your mouth now
Behind your tonsils
Peeking over your molars
Youre talking to her now
And youve eaten something minty
And youre making that face that I like
And youre going in, in for the kill, kill
For the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss
I need your money, itll help me
I need your car and I need your love x2
So wont you help a brother out?
Wont you help a brother out?
Wont you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
So break me to small parts
Let go in small doses
But spare some for spare parts
You might make a dollar
Dollar, might make a dollar
So wont you help a brother out?
Wont you help a brother out?
Wont you help a brother out, out, out, out, out?
So 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