bobbing for   apples
Written By:
regina spektor

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bobbing for apples in somalia
the man with the iron curtain is following you
no oneís coming for tea time
except my own holy ghost
youíre somewhere far probably drinking a whiskey
I dating jack danielís and caleb - swiss miss, nicky - tea,
nacho's with cocoa -- hey, to each his own
lovely people, lovely places
I canít remember names and I canít remember faces
someone next doorís fucking to one of my songs

hey light fixture, you are much too bright
oh, wonít you stay with me through the night
just grab a pillow tight
and wait for the dizziness to pass
rock and roll, you ate my soul
you sucked dry my bones but you spit out my mole
Iíll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end
lovely people, lovely places
drunken faces, slurring their phrases
Iíll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end

you so jealous, Iím so lonely
youíll never forgive me but I love you only
Iíll always opt to fall down these stairs in the endÖ

someone next doorís fucking to one of my songsÖ