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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 Steppin' on pedals, breakin' 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 mama that I tried But I cannot carry both of the loads I don't think that there's 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 Letras de canciones 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 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 From Letras Mania